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Killer

La ultima vez que estuve en Kigali, mi companhero de piso (su rubia estaba fuera) alli me pego el vicio de un tennis un poco especial. Su casa, por razones desconocidas, es un criadero de mosquitos y para poder disfrutar de una tarde/ noche tranquila en su salon, tuvieron que tomar medidas mas extremas que el anti-mosquitos (al fin y al cabo, por estos lares hay malaria); asi que se hicieron con ELLA, la raqueta anti-mosquitos Killer. En su propio blog (la foto es suya, aunque por amistad espero no me denuncien por apropiacion de la propiedad intelectual) describieron el funcionamiento y los estragos

El caso es que me hizo pensar en aquel experimento (de mi clase de filosofia en el instituto) en el que querian medir como la gente reacciona a la autoridad y al dolor ajeno. En un lado de la sala hacian entrar a una persona, a la que explicaban que al otro lado el muro habia otra conectada a cables electricos, y cuando ella apretase el boton (y podian manejar la intensidad de las descargas electricas), le daria descargas. Procedieron entonces a darles ordenes (apretar el boton, ir subiendo la intensidad (hasta el max, capaz de matar a alguien)), y comprobaron que de hecho, salvo individu@s mas enteros que la media, la mayoria de la gente es/somos como corderos, y de hecho, bajo las ordenes de una autoridad (lease doctor, policia..) las seguian (con mas o menos incomodidad); fueron muy poc@s l@s que renunciaron a apretar al max.

O como la pregunta del libro de las 100 preguntas: For an all-expense-paid, one-week vacation anywhere in the world, would you be willing to kill a beautiful butterfly by pulling off its wings? [What about stepping on a cockroach?]

El caso es que (y esta conversacion se repite aqui entre los expats) con los mosquitos no hay ni piedad ni contemplacion. Entre que sus picotazos pican bastante, que son capaces de no dejarte dormir y la malaria... su muerte es quasi placentera.

El otro dia, al salir del banco habia un vendedor ambulante y en un momento de debilidad y energia (para el largo regateo) me compre mi raqueta Killer (la mia es azul y blanca). A pesar de mi nula piedad por los mosquitos, su matanza via electrocutacion, debo admitir, es la vez adictiva y fuente de incomodidad. Veremos como va.

(titulo del post y la raqueta en honor a Michael Jackson, que aunque un raro, si que fue el rey del pop)

el guardaespaldas

intentando concentrarme en una propuesta de trabajo a las 8.30 de la tarde, despues de muchas horas delante del ordenador, la ventana abierta para que entre algo de aire, y los guardas de seguridad deciden subir el volumen de su radio pq esta witney houston cantando la cancioncita de 'el guardaespaldas'.... ellos, ex-militares, tan duros, si es que....unos horterillas de corazon blandito!

bujumbura neighbours

yesterday was a day full of (random) activities and more animals than average in my life
in the morning i found her in my lamp

in the afternoon, we went to the Musee Vivante, where I found some of my neighbours!
and there were Lacoste (46 yrs old and 5 metres +) or Romeo (17 years old), what a charming couple uh?

and our favourite, the common cobra, poisoning his lunch

sick country or sick world?

"One in four South African men questioned in a survey said they had raped someone, and nearly half of them admitted more than one attack. [...] It said practices such as gang rape were common because they were considered a form of male bonding. [...] Almost half who said they had carried out a rape admitted they had done so more than once. "

One a famous SA politician was told that a woman was a raped in his country every 3 seconds, he stood in the middle of the street, counted three seconds and proceeded to laugh saying that nothing had happened in those seconds.

Maybe he will believe now, as the truth comes out of the perpetrators' mouth.

The saddest thing of all is that, despite the fact that statistics are not the same all over the world, it is also true that it is, together with domestic violence, a common human rights abuse in ALL countries in the world. The fact that the rapist is in 80% of the cases known to the victims makes it even more disgusting.

This is a sick world, and in some parts, the world is very very very sick.

staying in the middle

it was like a roller coaster mood, it was up, it was down, it was the horizon, it was nothing but pitch black; those 'malditos fantasmas' had a lot to do with it; some of the ups were thanks to lovely people, who from far and close, lent a listening ear; it was a matter of the mix between practice and attitude, and since they were both choices, the decision had to do with winning that duality of pitch black and bright light, by staying in the middle (wherever the heck it was!), keeping cool, smiling and not allowing despair to settle; like she said, centered; flowers were bought, invitations sent around, with a polite request to bring alcohol, worked finished or parked; a known and easy exit, which would give some respite; the following days, the summit

lucha de gigantes

hace poco el autor se murio
pero hoy tengo en la cabeza su cancion
'lucha de gigantes'
para aquell@s que la recuerden
antonio vega