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jueves, 16 de julio de 2015

Marina de Guerra del Perú




Presentación de la Compañía Juan Fanning en la Campaña Nacional "Somos Grau, Seámoslo Siempre"...Esta Compañía está organizada y entrenada en el arte y disciplina marcial con el fin de demostrar a través de exhibiciones militares y artísticas, el valor y el poder naval y que incluye también, estampas costumbristas. Fue creada el 15 de enero de 1984, en honor al Capitán de Navío Juan Fanning, heroico marino que partió a la gloria en la Batalla de Miraflores.
Sus integrantes, son jóvenes que cumplen su Servicio Militar Voluntario. Ellos lucen con orgullo y prestancia el uniforme que usaron los valerosos combatientes que conformaron el Batallón Guarnición de Marina.

miércoles, 8 de julio de 2015

lunes, 6 de julio de 2015

Dies Caniculares

DIES CANICULARES




Hoy fue un día mustio, extremadamente caluroso, y sumamente aburrido.  A estos días les llaman los Perros Días del Verano porque se asocian con la estrella Sirius, la más brillante en la Constelación Cannis Mayor,  que sale por las épocas de verano ardiente. Qué sopor se sentía! 
Odio la soledad y últimamente estoy muy desganada como para irme de estado en estado  solita.  Siempre lo he hecho, pero ahora me siento como que mi espíritu quiere jalar a este cuerpo que no se siente con energías para hacerlo.  Me hacen falta las conversaciones con mis hijos, con mis nietos, con mi familia…si no me siento frente al televisor a ver películas antiguas, ni siquiera tengo chance para un mayor intercambio de opiniones.
Hoy nos visitan mis hijos.  Uno, vino y se fue como una ráfaga propia de su  juventud.  Parece que no  se quisieran perder ni  una bocanada del aire que respiran.  Lo he llevado a la estación de tren en la mañana y se ha bajado rápidamente para alcanzar el viaje….faltaban 4  minutos.  Se despide con un beso y con un hasta luego incierto.  Yo arranco el carro como para que piense que no lo quiero monopolizar o que no me preocupo.  Me doy una  vuelta a la manzana, para que no me vea que voy a esperar hasta que se vaya.  No quiero que me vea…  Al rato, siento el pito familiar del tren, y me voy.  Mientras avanzo por  la avenida, me pongo a pensar qué feo es estar sin ellos. 
En la mañana he peinado lentamente las calles de  mi vecindad para ver si había  una de esas ventas de garaje.  No sé si voy para encontrar el tesorito que hace tiempo vengo buscando, o si busco intercambiar ideas con los vendedores   e iniciar cualquier conversación; como por ejemplo, sobre la procedencia de esos  artículos que yacen desechados sobre las mesas cuidadosamente puestas a cada lado de la entrada al garaje.  No he encontrado nada; ni un cartel.  Creo que se han ido a la playa o a celebrar Fiestas Patrias, con un BBQ lleno de carnes, para luego ver el tremendo reventón de cuetes, armado por el pueblo o por contrabandistas de luces artificiales.  
Me he regresado a la casa…qué calor hacía!  Prendo el aire acondicionado que está pegado como un lunar feo contra la pared….sopla un aire helado riquísimo…me siento a ver películas…y como siempre me duermo.  No tengo ganas de hacer algo específico, pero si no lo hago, me ahogo.
Salgo a mi jardín y me transformo.  Comienzo a regar mis hortensias que necesitan mucha agua.  En unos días su  color ha cambiado de blanco y  lila, a un azul intenso.  Sus hojas parecen resucitar al ser tocadas por las gotas danzarinas y se vuelven firmes, obedientes… se van irguiendo poco a poco.  Los pajaritos se ponen debajo de las gotas de la manguera y casi creo adivinar que me piden que llene la fuente de cemento con agua, porque se acercan con alegres aleteos para bañar su plumaje.
    
Termino, entro y ofrezco comida a mi familia.  Sobran diferentes tipos de comidas desde hace dos días.  No me gusta botarla porque está perfectamente  buena y rica.  Caliento uno por uno lo que voy a servir, y nos sentamos un rato a comer y conversar.  Me pongo a pensar qué agradable es tener a un comensal y  más si es mi hijo.  Se dan cuenta que comienza el juego de la Copa Mundial de Fútbol de Mujeres. Se levantan como un flechazo  dando un rápido agradecimiento.  Pongo los platos en la lavadora de platos y lavo a mano algunos enseres.  Me pongo a limpiar y aspirar para olvidarme que me pica  el cuerpo como siempre.  Esa  maldita enfermedad.; inocua, pero pesada.  Me mantengo ocupada y se me pasa. 
Ya ha atardecido y anochecido.  Me asomo a ver si la luna esta tan anaranjada como la enorme que vi ayer cuando me fui a pasear por el malecón junto a la playa. Parecía como si la pudiese tocar. Ya no está allí…no la puedo ver.
La super luna del 4 de Julio


Así se pasó un día  Domingo más en esta isla, dentro de esta casa, donde vivimos yo y mi espíritu…y los demás.                                                                                                                                                                        

El Origen de la Quinua

sábado, 4 de julio de 2015

The Fourth of July





Today I decorated my flower vases with two tiny American flags which had been placed in our front lawns by some town patriots some weeks before, on Memorial Day (the Day we honor the American people who have died while serving in the country’s armed forces).  I live in this country and even though I love my native country, I also have a lot to thank the USA, for the good years of opportunities I have had to educate ourselves and our children and to forge a future for our family.
Today is the anniversary of the United States from the colonial oppression of the kingdom of Great Britain.
In 1776, John Adams, future second president of the USA, wrote to his wife Abigail: “The second day of July, 1776, will be the most memorable epoch in the history of America. I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated by succeeding generations as the great anniversary festival. It ought to be commemorated as the day of deliverance, by solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires, and illuminations, from one end of this continent to the other, from this time forward forever more”.

Coincidentally, both John Adams and Thomas Jefferson and James Monroe, founding fathers and presidents of the United States, died on a Fourth of July.
And here we are, immigrants and native people, together in this great country, integrated like a salad with different ingredients; with our own individuality and cultures, but working all together to make this country greater.  We have been able to integrate ourselves to this society that has nestled us, and has recognized our great potentiality and has taken advantage of it.  We have understood that even though our worlds are different, they can complement each other. And so, from thence, in one way or another, we have been celebrating through the years the occasion of an independence from oppression.

Just today I was hearing John Lennon’s “Imagine” and started to ponder on one of its lyrics:
“I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...”

I was thinking about the turns that the ideals of equality and justice have taken.  Perhaps, the overpopulation of the world, the hunger for power and riches of the mighty, the comfortability of the oppressed, are converting the original ideas of the great thinkers of the world, and in particular of this country.  Under the disguise of a “concern for the security and wellness”, some influential politicians try to guide the people to ideas which do not promote a brotherhood of men who want to share this world…those whose greed is so great, that they don’t contemplate the humanity of people.

With the upcoming elections, we are hearing a lot of speeches about the different political proposals for a new government.  Much has been achieved during the presidency of this governor, Mr. Obama, who has brought important changes which start with the election of the first president of color in the USA. Times have changed and the efforts of the great civil rights fighters have been finally understood and accepted…at least partially. It is not easy to govern and his effort is appreciated by most.
Just the other day we heard the infamous speech of a candidate for the presidency of the USA who called Mexican immigrants rapists and drug dealers and job thieves. I was waiting for this opportunity to answer to this offense, by telling him that he has insulted the great Latin community which today constitutes 17% of the entire population of the USA.  Latinos of the world, are an important segment of hardworking people who have contributed to the greatness of this country as are the rest of Immigrants who live here. 
The United States is a nation of immigrants.  The only natives are the American Indians, who now live in Reservations. We must remember that the first colonies were formed by Europeans who escaped their countries because of religious intolerance or political problems. Between 1882 and 1914 approximately twenty million immigrants came to the United States. Mass immigration from eastern and southern Europe dramatically altered the population’s ethnic and religious composition. Unlike earlier immigrants, who had come primarily from northern Europe—Britain, Germany, Ireland, and Scandinavia—the “new immigrants” came increasingly from Hungary, Italy, Poland, and Russia. The newcomers were often Catholic or Jewish, and two-thirds of them settled in cities.
By 1900, New York City had as many Irish residents as Dublin. It had more Italians than any city outside Rome and more Poles than any city except Warsaw. It had more Jews than any other city in the world, as well as sizeable numbers of Slavs, Lithuanians, Chinese, and Scandinavians
Those who came, like us, came seeking for better opportunities in “the land of immigrants”, to give the best of what we were and of what we further learned, to make this country the greatest in the earth. We brought our kids to serve in their armies; we brought our knowledge learned in our universities, to share them within.  Many of us left for political or economic reasons and came to the land of opportunities. That land which is described in the poem written by Jewish Sefardi  Emma Lazarus, which has been inscribed in  the Statue of Liberty  which gloriously stands at the entrance of the New York Harbor:
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-toast to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

President Franklin D. Roosevelt's 1936 speech in honor of the Statue's 50th Anniversary helped solidify the transformation of the Statue into an icon of immigration. In the speech he presented immigration as a central part of the nation's past and emphasized the newcomers' capacity for Americanization.

Paul Auster wrote that "Bartholdi's gigantic effigy was originally intended as a monument to the principles of international republicanism.  but 'The New Colossus' reinvented the statue's purpose, turning Liberty into a welcoming mother, a symbol of hope to the outcasts and downtrodden of the world."
It is incredible, how in these years, we still find “politicians to be” who still hold the once conservative thinking that foreigners constitute a threat to American liberties and values. Connections drawn between the Statue of Liberty and immigration were not always positive.
They portrayed the monument as a symbol of a nation besieged by pollution, housing shortages, disease, and the onslaught of anarchists, communists, and other alleged subversives. Such images appeared mainly in middle-class popular magazines. They appeared in response to proposed increases in New York's immigrant processing capacity or in connection to specific political campaigns. When a new immigrant processing station was proposed on Bedloe's Island in 1890, a cartoon in Judge depicted the Statue as "the future emigrant lodging house." Expressing fears about the Statue's literal desecration by newcomers, as well as fears about immigrants' threat to the liberty it represented, the cartoon showed the monument encumbered by a tenement-style fire escape and clothesline. That same year, Judge published a scathing image of a sneering Statue raising her robe to protect it from the newcomers "European Garbage ships" dumped at her feet.


The United States of America celebrates today its Independence from colonial oppression, but the people who live and lead this country also have to work to liberate it from the internal colonialism which dominates it, through racism and its effects on each group in areas of politics, criminal justice, violence, work, education, family, and mass media. The United States has yet to solve for a just decision which could solve the problem of immigrants of this country…which under no means are a burden to its economy, but contribute to its progress.
Happy Fourth of July!