Dear mom
Buenos Air is behind us
behind is as also the miserable life
the faculty, the exams and the dissertations
that make u sleepy
Before us lies all of latin America
From now on we will only trust in ''La Poderosa''
I wish you could see us. We look like adventurers
and inspire admiration and envy everywhere
I used to listen the bare feet splashing in the ship
'And had a feeling of the faces darkened by hunger
'' My heart was a pendulum between her and the street
'' I don't know with what strenght i freed myself from her eyes,
'' I broke away from her arms
She was left clouding with tears her anguish
''Behind the rain and the glass
Dear Mom... We are still hitting the road,
but to tell you the truth, the bike is less powerful every day
Money and food are scarce, but we manage to find opportunities to eat and sleep for free
Thanks to our secret weapon:
Alberto's infallible sweet talking
Dear Mom... what is it that's lost when you cross a border.
Each moment seems to be split in two
Melancholy for what was left behind and on the other hand all the enthusiam at entering new lands
Dear mom .........I knew i wouldn't be able to help that poor woman
That up to a month ago she had been serving tables, panting like me
trying to live with dignity
In those dying eyes, there was a humble request for excuses
And a desperate plea of consolation that gets lost in the emptiness
Just as her body will get lost very soon in the magnitude of the mystery
that surrounds us
Those eyes has a dark and tragic expression
They told us about some friends that had disappeared under mysterious circumstances
And that apparently ended up in some part on the bottom of the ocean
That was one of the coldest nights of my life
But meeting them made me feel closer to human kind.
Strange, so strange to me
When we left the mine, we felt reality was changing
.... or were we the ones changing
Going deeper and deeper into the mountain range
we found more natives that don't even have a rood in what used to be their own land
Finally we enter to Peru
Thanks toa truck driver half blind, Felix
i almost forgot........Today is Alberto's 30th birthday
but not in Venezuela, as he had envisioned
we were so tired, mom that we couldn't even celebrate
Finally we arrived to the heart of America
Cuzco.
after entering the city, we met Don Nestor
A very wise man, mom that ended up as our official guide
The Incas had a high knowledge of actronomy, medicine, math, among others
But the Spanish invaders had powder
how would America be today if things had been different?
How is it possible that i feel nostalgia for a world i never knew
How do you explain that a civilization capable of building this
is wiped out to build..........
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Monday, June 14, 1999 (published on)
Che Guevara
Though communism may have lost its fire, he remains the potent symbol of rebellion and the alluring zeal of revolution
By the time Ernesto Guevara, known to us as Che, was murdered in the jungles of Bolivia in October 1967, he was already a legend to my generation, not only in Latin America but also around the world.
Like so many epics, the story of the obscure Argentine doctor who abandoned his profession and his native land to pursue the emancipation of the poor of the earth began with a voyage. In 1956, along with Fidel Castro and a handful of others, he had crossed the Caribbean in the rickety yacht Granma on the mad mission of invading Cuba and overthrowing the dictator Fulgencio Batista. Landing in a hostile swamp, losing most of their contingent, the survivors fought their way to the Sierra Maestra. A bit over two years later, after a guerrilla campaign in which Guevara displayed such outrageous bravery and skill that he was named comandante, the insurgents entered Havana and launched what was to become the first and only victorious socialist revolution in the Americas. The images were thereafter invariably gigantic. Che the titan standing up to the Yanquis, the world's dominant power. Che the moral guru proclaiming that a New Man, no ego and all ferocious love for the other, had to be forcibly created out of the ruins of the old one. Che the romantic mysteriously leaving the revolution to continue, sick though he might be with asthma, the struggle against oppression and tyranny.
His execution in Vallegrande at the age of 39 only enhanced Guevara's mythical stature. That Christ-like figure laid out on a bed of death with his uncanny eyes almost about to open; those fearless last words ("Shoot, coward, you're only going to kill a man") that somebody invented or reported; the anonymous burial and the hacked-off hands, as if his killers feared him more after he was dead than when he had been alive: all of it is scalded into the mind and memory of those defiant times. He would resurrect, young people shouted in the late '60s; I can remember fervently proclaiming it in the streets of Santiago, Chile, while similar vows exploded across Latin America. !No lo vamos a olvidar! We won't let him be forgotten.
Cuban revolutionary leader Ernesto "Che" Guevara at Havana airport in 1962
This erasure of complexity is the normal fate of any icon. More paradoxical is that the humanity that worships Che has by and large turned away from just about everything he believed in. The future he predicted has not been kind to his ideals or his ideas. Back in the '60s, we presumed that his self-immolation would be commemorated by social action, the downtrodden rising against the system and creating — to use Che's own words — two, three, many Vietnams. Thousands of luminous young men, particularly in Latin America, followed his example into the hills and were slaughtered there or tortured to death in sad city cellars, never knowing that their dreams of total liberation, like those of Che, would not come true. If Vietnam is being imitated today, it is primarily as a model for how a society forged in insurrection now seeks to be actively integrated into the global market. Nor has Guevara's uncompromising, unrealistic style of struggle, or his ethical absolutism, prevailed. The major revolutions of the past quarter-century (South Africa, Iran, the Philippines, Nicaragua), not to mention the peaceful transitions to democracy in Latin America, East Asia and the communist world, have all entailed negotiations with former adversaries, a give and take that could not be farther from Che's unyielding demand for confrontation to the death. Even someone like Subcomandante Marcos, the spokesman for the Chiapas Maya revolt, whose charisma and moral stance remind us of Che's, does not espouse his hero's economic or military theories.
How to understand, then, Che Guevara's pervasive popularity, especially among the affluent young?
Perhaps in these orphaned times of incessantly shifting identities and alliances, the fantasy of an adventurer who changed countries and crossed borders and broke down limits without once betraying his basic loyalties provides the restless youth of our era with an optimal combination, grounding them in a fierce center of moral gravity while simultaneously appealing to their contemporary nomadic impulse. To those who will never follow in his footsteps, submerged as they are in a world of cynicism, self-interest and frantic consumption, nothing could be more vicariously gratifying than Che's disdain for material comfort and everyday desires. One might suggest that it is Che's distance, the apparent impossibility of duplicating his life anymore, that makes him so attractive. And is not Che, with his hippie hair and wispy revolutionary beard, the perfect postmodern conduit to the nonconformist, seditious '60s, that disruptive past confined to gesture and fashion? Is it conceivable that one of the only two Latin Americans to make it onto TIME's 100 most important figures of the century can be comfortably transmogrified into a symbol of rebellion precisely because he is no longer dangerous?
I wouldn't be too sure. I suspect that the young of the world grasp that the man whose poster beckons from their walls cannot be that irrelevant, this secular saint ready to die because he could not tolerate a world where los pobres de la tierra, the displaced and dislocated of history, would be eternally relegated to its vast margins.
Even though I have come to be wary of dead heroes and the overwhelming burden their martyrdom imposes on the living, I will allow myself a prophecy. Or maybe it is a warning. More than 3 billion human beings on this planet right now live on less than $2 a day. And every day that breaks, 40,000 children — more than one every second! — succumb to diseases linked to chronic hunger. They are there, always there, the terrifying conditions of injustice and inequality that led Che many decades ago to start his journey toward that bullet and that photo awaiting him in Bolivia.
The powerful of the earth should take heed: deep inside that T shirt where we have tried to trap him, the eyes of Che Guevara are still burning with impatience.
Ariel Dorfman holds the Walter Hines Page Chair at Duke University. His latest novel is The Nanny and the Iceberg
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