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When I started working at the offices of peripheral I thought I would learn to drive and have car. I took a course until Choncho avenues circulating yet learned not to park and took more than two years without touching a steering wheel. I discovered that mine, mine, mine, not handle. Not that I did wrong, contrary to what many may think it's because I DO NOT LIKE. I also discovered that I do not like cars. Very expensive, very dirty. I remember during that workshop, my instructor used a model ninety Tsuru few. I was uncomfortable that some people passed me and turned to see me with an air of grandeur only by the order in which were climbing, and that if they got right to drive worse than savages, as if the space of the street is paid to the value of your fucking car. Once during a break, a bore that came in a ... chale, is that I did not know the names of the models, well, coming in a very expensive, he looked at me as if to say "but what can click old ... Did you move from your poverty will not find me irresistible, baby? ". It is a delusion or what some call "social resentment, no, got the green light and dude that was looking at me and making stupid, pffff , best advances I, but not before make the snout of more rump fed up of my life. Get asshole-your-ship-to-see-if-you-be. Come on, is the worst and most far pendeja economic status. With the clothes are different. With education is different. The car is the only place where you "value" before see or hear or know. Many friends and family are surprised that my shabby old and after some years of work, still do not have car. "It has to be well screwed " think. Slugs, there is nothing that will depreciate more than a car. And on top of tenure, and above insurance, and over the service, and woe to you, but woe to you which shock and insurance do not cover. No thanks, anytime something that I suck the money worse than a rod, I'd better buy a dog.

Who would not have been ready to trample cruelly? How many motorists you have touched the horn faster for you to go through a street? When does leave a lot to be people when climbing into his car?

Since it became clear the first point of why I dislike the cars, turn to the second. What blunt head fits the idea that all we-should drive a car in a metropolitan area with 20 million people, damaged roads and centralized?. Clear to me that the first such idea seems perfect is the mighty from the automotive and oil. And even worse is the belief that owning a car is the ultimate happiness of a worker and there are reflected the efforts of years of savings, or years to repay a loan. Great irony: What occupies the worker car?, Basically to go to that office slave like thousands of others and make the streets a monument to the slowness. I get the impression that the car rather than own it, they are his. "It's just that I can not go to eat-out-drink coffee, because I have to pay the monthly ... and I'm good witch."

A couple of weeks I had to go Forests de las Lomas. I got faster in metro (at peak time, what a pleasure) and truck new trucks Reform are as clean and efficient. I can read, watch people make fun of horrible hairstyles, listening to conversations highly outside twitteables , go see the street and the people in it. I can OBSERVE. I will not deny that at the same time is more exposed to certain types of abuses and unpleasant situations. But I prefer to handle all that ... and pollution (ay, todañoña ).

The third point is the most obvious: polusión . Asco. The amount of gasoline that burns a 4-seater car that only takes ONE clerk Estresadito . My sister works in Santa Fe-poor woman-and co-workers passing through the meter so that Hidalgo is not "you'll waste space."

Crean or not (as if it were religion, let me the favor) in global warming, to me it makes me nauseous stench of busy avenues in addition to seeing the filthy cream around Efe DE_ . And more disgusted I get to see much conflict-dependence on oil.

I have the luck to live near a subway and not be painful for hitchhiking.

All I was saying is: do not insist, I'll buy a car. Not now. I prefer use my money in another way, a more constructive. PD

forgot that also gives me a lot ñáñara hit someone to go in the asshole-a relatively common thing in me, I also include in this section the fear of a crash that is my responsibility.

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not drive the crap

"I confess, before you eager readers, that I have sinned in thought, word, work and vote . For my fault, my fault, through my great faults. And I ask Chilangelina always indulgent to bloggers, twitters to you and countrymen to pray for me to the applicant country. "

I can hardly speak, confess. And I find it harder to accept that I saw every bit face. At least I'm not alone, are myself and another fourteen millones nine hundred and sixteen thousand nine hundred twenty-seven Mexican (or so says IFE).

In July 2006, I voted for Felipe Calderón.

What, do you believe her, you bought it?. No. My vote was something like a useful vote, choose someone considered "less worse." Several of AMLO supporters have expressed remorse post-election do not judge me by. Do not want to fall in sterile disputes now, my opinion of Andres Manuel Lopez Obrador has not changed significantly from the year two thousand, come on, I went with the fake of the "danger to Mexico" campaign I now understand as excessive and in bad taste, but in 2006 considered the rudeness necessary puercota , but "in war and love," and politics-anything goes. " This post is a kind of atonement malhechota .

"We'd better Lopez Obrador ... no one can know for sure. I only know that the president of Mexico is the same for which I voted, and bring a huge guilty conscience. Mistake after mistake, crap after crap, feel like the sole responsibility . It's horrible. Worse, the fact that a political issue to me eternally label of "right", " yunquista ", "retrograde", "mocha", "bourgeois", etc. I have never disqualified anyone for their decisions political or partisan trends. A person is more complex than the ball of idiots who feel represented . What I learned from my eighteen years (when I voted for the first time) is that no party is ideal. In all there is corruption, dirty tricks and idiocy. Maybe I'm conservative for pseudo Mexican left and too liberal for the far right. Truth has never been able to feel fully identified with any party in my country.

and disappointed years later, I was thrilled with the idea to cancel my vote. "That gets the rogue, aha. It turned out the backfire most infamous: the return of the PRI and the consequent adoption of reforms at all represent the will of the people Mexican.

feel that whatever I do will be wrong. if I go to a march, bad, if not I, too, if I cancel my vote worse, if his conscience vote ... looong six years. I hope and know better decisions when needed. I thought probably in the 2012 elections the "punishment vote" is the prevailing . Time will tell.

the corruption policy has placed me in a paralyzing uncertainty .

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Life after death

Peco often solemn. What many can be a celebration of fashion senseless and (best-we-a-halloween!), To me brings insights and internal dialogues with the participation of several partners. I try to talk with them with "Those who are no longer."

And I like to remember, find your photos, think like them, make a space in the middle of the house just as if they were to visit and sit in the room. Mezcal my grandfather's cigars my great-aunt, the beers from my uncle and aunt .

And my grandfather , the most recent absence.

In the village of my parents (like many) are accustomed to call "new offerings" "logical," when is the first time someone is starring in one. The family friends weave and embroider napkins with saints and religious motifs are used to decorate those instead of confetti. It is also made an acrostic with the name of the newly deceased. My grandmother asked me to write the Hermilo. As you can see, I'm just a person of letters, but did my best to write something that would have pulled the old man laughed. I've been thinking about it almost every day. Even my mother said that to hear me speak, saying "nonsense" constantly feels that he hears his father, I'm just as outgoing and talkative than he. I myself realize that there are aspects of my character look a lot like starting your own. I turned a year a month without seeing now.

My dad prepares each year a perforated white box in the shape of a cross to which he puts a spotlight and placed in the top of the offering. The way my mom is arranging things and the number of candles that we have meaning. His brothers and his father occupied a privileged place on our altar. Since childhood I liked to see the market getting overheated Jamaica with bouquets and bouquets of flowers, candles, bags with skulls, incense-oh, the subtle aroma of incense filled the house. She told me a legend of "the soul alone", that soul who has not put an offering and therefore gets a light "extra" in offering dedicated to her. Since then I am sad how easily many dead are forgotten. Several years have gone to the French cemetery to visit the semi-abandoned tomb Basave aunt. About 70% of the tombstones are no flowers in full day of the dead. It's sad. It is also chilling to see the monuments of the graves of children. Angels are neglected and aged who are gloomy. Most are from early last century, it is easy to see that almost all these children and unborn babies died at a time without vaccines or penicillin.

The Day of the Dead is a celebration of nostalgia, attachment and stubbornness. I do not see it as a purely humorous event where the Mexicans make fun of death, I see it more as the night where we say: you can not ever separate us, while I live will not make him forget them. I

fantasized about my own offering. How not to do if you've been three times around materialize. I want to be majestic. I garnachas paths and sauces on my altar. Cigars, tequila, mole. I put my best shot and my favorite music background. It is the height of egocentrism: I will not forget me when I'm dead

And what more would, again, is to view it. That last is the greatest desire I have in life. Ja!.