A week ago I said: "I am reading a book almost makes me vomit ..." I looked at him seriously and asked to read so strong. Never Again, he said. I felt a feeling confused inside me, mixing the joy of seeing a young man of 16 with deep interest to know which was that of "The Night of the Pencils" and the testimony of the trial that led to Conadep the repressors for Dictatorship Military, one foul and pernicious "national reorganization process" which began in 1976 and ended in 1983.
one hand I felt happy to reconnect with a past personal commitment (albeit late), because those who lived in small towns where the power of place was a partner in the process, we were far to know what was happening nay, when children of the great speeches were explicit support for the soldiers murderers. Then there was and is, much of Argentina society that supported and yearns for the soldiers. And to feel in these modern times that somebody is interested in knowing what happened to us, I thought it was wonderful. Because having a personal commitment in life is to assume also a social commitment, feel we are not alone, that we are, we're going to be with others and this is valuable.
immediately told him that once I knew the hand of Abel Diaz Pablito, that survived the black night for students who petitioned the military and student ticket for all to travel to their schools. The story, brought to look with her beautiful blue eyes open and listen as always, from very young because he always had the eagerness to learn, learn, explore and engage with what interested him.
A pride, a return from him, I said ...
The talk continued for a while and we would all agree with him, to accompany him in the act of commemoration of this grim episode. How not to do, you are my son Nehuén, I am filled with pride, I feel so excited with your 16 years, wanting to be, to grow, to feel a kind of solidarity, suffer and rejoice with others, to fight and your classmates, to assume a responsibility that makes you better, more dignified and brings you closer to those students who once walked the city of La Plata and remember tonight ever ... anymore! I love you!
