Friday, October 8, 2010

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American sky, Daniel: October 12, 1976

Like many others, I realized later the coup. In March 1976 I was 16, began the fifth year of high school and was general secretary of the Student Center (whose president was José Luis López Ibáñez, current tourism official, I believe, in the loose or no national government) and believed that the coup was one of a long list of military uprisings that had accompanied my childhood ("I sleep with pointed-Illia-well, I wake up with Onganía" was a rhyme he had learned from my grandmother). That year we had to organize the event Race Day. I was appointed to write the script of the piece with which we fired from the school. Among the texts that were read, there were fragments of Canto general and I confess that I have lived by Pablo Neruda. Among the songs he played and sang my musician friends then, include that passage of the Cantata Sudamericana says: "Another emancipation, another emancipation / I say / I say you have to conquer / and then yes / yes and then my continent Acuña / a happiness, a happiness / with the little people like you and me. " The history teacher, Ms. Silveyra, and other wives of colonels and captains responsible for our education left the hall immediately (which, in our view, was an insult to the flag ceremonies.) The literature teacher, who secretly I spent my stupid poems then called me to say that all who had participated in the commemoration ran, among other risks, being expelled from school. We had become "red" that were "subversive propaganda", not by the text and songs we chose, but also by the use of the color of the curtain of the theater at my school. Then I realized that something more serious was happening Lanusse. I was a good student and my political contention until then had been channeled into the claim of more toilet paper in the bathrooms and the like. I did not understand what was happening. Did not understand what was happening in my family, distressed and divided by the disappearance of my cousin Fernando Rizzo, of whose books I bought years earlier at bargain prices, had put together my first library. That October 12, my friends and I started to understand what had happened, I began to understand what they meant the crazy aunt travel to the barracks and prisons throughout the country with no luck trying to find his son, and Slowly we were dominating the sadness of a pseudo-life lived in secret and the horror of reality, beginning to get through. Or rather, we who were leaving school, we began to move through a horrible reality a sad witness to something that may never speak with dignity.
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Daniel Link was born in Buenos Aires in 1959, is professor and writer. Teaches courses in Twentieth Century Literature at the University of Buenos Aires. He has edited the work of Rodolfo Walsh (The violent craft of writing, that man and other personal papers) and published, among others, the essay books sow chains, How to Read (Translated into Portuguese) classes. Literature and dissent and Legend. Literature Argentina: four courts, the novels The nineties, Anxiety and Montserrat, the poetry collections The February closure and other bad poems and intellectual Country and Other Poems, and full theater. He is a member of the Brazilian Association of Comparative Literature (Abralic) and the Latin American Studies Association (LASA). In 2004 he received a Guggenheim Fellowship.
In 2007 he premiered his first play, Love in the Time of dengue.
His work has been partially translated into Portuguese, English, German and Italian.

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