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Notes / Missions - The Interior, Martin Caparros

Couples, Andrea A.

17.mayo.2008

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the end, (why is it that a "start" a phrase with the word "final ? - imagine contradictions of language) could start this with the phrase: "everything has to do with it." And bye. That would be enough. But today I have no desire to be as less expressive, and say a little more. It turns out that The Interior is Martin Caparros for me, one of those books I call the book "screen", a sort of book hinge, which was planted in front of me leaving a mark, just that, making a difference. A before and after, as in any trip. This book is one of those who leave something (even today can not specify what) and more, he confirmed the existence of questions that I can never answer, answered and made so many new ones that will be there in the air, because more Beyond finding or not the answers someday, I'm interested, I mobilized, the simple fact that these questions exist. Exist in the air. These questions remain there, flying help me change the look, my gaze. In light and the passage of time, the landscape, days, years. Watching. Exist. Thinking. Noting the speed with which the eyes of others happens, just happens, you can see, but can not watch. Or do not want to watch.

After all, now I know I'm not the only one who ever questioned about the interior. The real inside, that is there, full of roads, trips, routes, looks, words, characters, stories, which mobilizes the interior-interior. That being one, that is not material, but although you can not see, you can look, and concentrate on the question. Questioning the questions that everyone out there in the air, floating, bouncing.

I do not know whether to choose reread The Interior in the bus line 26 in Rosario and Centenera way - Retirement has been a good idea. But it happened. So I read and especially to look at missions. It was a strange journey, a journey within a journey into another trip, and another and another. When passed by the Abasto, the corner Aguero and Corrientes, I imagined, but actually I think he saw talking to Don Fernando Caparrós about the wonders of Andresito. A I wondered whether women had a long way to stop Pueyrredón, I think it took to respond, as if it never travel at 26. Is that she was asking if I Interior vacation this winter, when I accompanied my grandfather to The Falls, I could not ask him to go through Andresito, and to see if the street with the name of Don Fernando already exists or not. And when my phone rang and it was Evan on the other side, explaining that he was in retirement, I "hung up" looking for a plant on Avenida Corrientes, I think it's much if I say I saw three. And I thought that if missions is two colors, red and green, earth and grass. Buenos Aires, but above all Corrientes Avenue, is gray, a lot of gray and black taxis, subways, theaters, Once and Obelisk. And I laughed. I laughed because I remembered something I once heard from a Mexican "is not easy to summarize in a few words all that is Buenos Aires. For a look that falls short of adjectives to describe where each small place. " I think that deep down it bothered me that "La Reina del Plata" glimpse both eyes looking at coming to this country. I wonder what they see, what they really look and what actually exists. The book could be a quiet Caparros Be guided national and be offered to every traveler who comes at us, coming to Argentina to learn the tango and nothing else.

Already in the last stretch of 26 on the Avenida Leandro N. Alem, before you reach retirement, I was four or five blocks remembering or trying to put together a list, list in my head had meant everything for my mission in these twenty years, five months and one day old, and this was I got:

- Falls, travel to get wet. And although not before drenching, now say that one is much less wet.

- The beautiful red earth that I could not find anywhere else.

- The cutest perfume of damp earth.

- The burgundy color, strong, red soil that is wet now.

- The penultimate journey that my grandparents did together.

- The place where my grandfather wants to come back because she misses my grandmother and said that there's any wonder a little less.

- anecdotes my grandfather told me when I was 10 years on monkeys and giant toads.

- The next trip I'm going to do with my grandfather.

- The province of Argentina which, by their geographical location seems more brasuca that spic.

- Yerba

- Mate

- mates Afternoon , trips to Junín and great talks with friends.

- Caparrós / Erre / Don Fernando / Andresito / Posadas.

- Line 26.

- Avenida Corrientes.

- Mates was going to take that afternoon with Evan.

- reader notes I write.

- The pen I bought for the first time to write these words, then there is the computer and everything is easier, of course.

And that was how the first became final. Finally, I realize that everything has to do with everything. And I remembered that good hobby that has the Lord of the funny whiskers (Caparrós for those who do not know), you can make reading my favorite. Retirement had reached almost without realizing it. This ability to show some distant landscapes with words, and even for some, invisible to the eye. "Invisible" until we read it and so we can imagine. And check that many times the file can be equal, not more, than a thousand words. Because sometimes, when you're away from certain places (and believe me I say for knowingly) words also take you, help you to be there. To be able to watch.

When I realized, was already in retreat, and when you finish browsing Missions and turn the page, Caparrós beginning to look to the province of Corrientes. I had to travel in Corrientes. It's funny how I got carried away. How I love that constantly take me inside. After all, I will always be more rather than from here, the inner part of the interior. For Missions also mine.

the end, Evan came to visit from La Plata, Buenos Aires, I went to look at retirement, without leaving the province of Buenos Aires, I traveled but I walked Corrientes Misiones. The world, my country is a beautiful scarf.

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Andrea Arzuaga Iñaki test 2007 on the Interior,

Iñaki Arzuaga

Slogan: Essay on the Interior Martin Caparros, returning to the previous reader's notes on the first chapters of the book.

Seeking Neverland

A journalist is one who can tell things would not usually creatively designed and how the account. The world is the color of glass that looks, they say. Should be added that is also what the shape of the frame of the telescope allows you to frame. For as Angela would say, the girl she jumped When looking and seeing is not the same. One looks with what you have within yourself. The Interior is like a ball that unwinds slowly, ironically, and in the various crosses the road being built a web-shaped country. That country that the reporter is made of what was lost, but trying to find throughout the trip because there is a voice that says "look for what you never lost"

"The idea is that if People do not think it will never overthrow it, and here you can learn to think collectively. This is the early history, Martin, is neither history nor the sixties. You think that again you need to start thinking, looking for something that is not that screen that tells you buy this, buy that. Think you're going to be the fertilizer, the way bones that many people will step until you can change something ... "As would León (IPCC)," is how people think sometimes the difference. " And is this what the writer tries to see, show, think. This reporter who arrives to the last page thinking that his story is part of the story of something that has never lost (a country).

Elinterior (well, all together) is "more than one country, one word," says the columnist. In the word is the power of identity, seems to say. And it's also the way (well, all together), the form in which reality becomes a symbol. But later, this reporter that historicized, which envelops and develops, but it comes to, he discovers that the origins of the country, the locals took him to Cordoba "a symbol of his power, the only print the country to install it Plaza de Mayo and say here is where they print the word where it is decided and handled the word. " And again, how important a word?, What a thought?, Who has the floor? ... The word is control. And rebellion.

Throughout the chapters, the writer is concerned about the power of words to generate action and sustain identities. And deals with conceptualizing from the description of the effect of those who monopolize the word, the status of the word. In San Juan the chronicler says that the publicity given the prestige of being modern. "Mar del Plata awaits you," said one ad I remember last summer ... A "expect something perhaps? Would not people who should expect things? Who has the power to decide what to watch: the sea or the people? Chango Spasiuk would say, the flower needs no explanation, only makes sense if someone is coming, the look, the smell ... and the flower is there, without any sign that says "this is a flower" Why is that tourism needs labels?, it seems asked the reporter ... Media and tourism, travel and look ... Pairs of zero-sum: if you win one, lose another.

Interior, media, power, stereotypes and monopoly of the word are condensed in the following passage that suspends columnist, making substitute silence is more than eloquent: "I read on page thirteen of Diario de Cuyo yesterday killed three people in traffic accidents. After the article says that one was a rural worker stepped bike by a truck when he went to work, another boy hit by a bus while playing football and the other a cyclist by a truck. I imagine the front page titles if he had died in an assault "media decision? "Business decision? "Pattern unconscious? "Political decision? Excessive confidence in the media, probably ... As the lady who hoped that the problem of transcending a worm sandwich, or the man who thought the population of the city because he said it Clarín. The power of the media ...

A media project and what a politician does with it is, arguably, one aspect of the border. A political project is, in every sense, the definition of something: a something. "... The children of Argentines are also very familiar with Portuguese, especially on television "... "At the entrance of the village is a sign: only love what we know. The country begins at the border. Welcome to Bernardo de Irigoyen "Again, what is a border?, What is home?, When you enter a country," a border "is a statement? The media come into play identities that undermine or are in the wings because the only thing of interest (not always) is to mount a stage where things happen. As that scene Minimal Stories in the small town girl who makes a multiprocessor ends with the useless set of beauty because he has nowhere to plug it. There was something hidden, beautiful, in the eyes of that girl that the staging of the television program on the part did not come to reflect. In those holes gets the chronicler

"... that it serves the media and radio in this case, so that everyone can travel, some of the facts, others with the imagination that is also the social task that the media owe the people "and the chronicler laughs, a little ... Perhaps the task for social or exaggerated that will assist in the lives of people that seem to tell the media that the meeting echoed: traveling with imagination, equality. Noble task of the media ...

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"Travelling in the tourist areas is more complicated, because everything is done to make it easier. It's like watching TV, all ready to fulfill the role of receptor to let in a limited, closed. " Tourism closing, the trip that opens (questions).

In short, all those thing you see The reporter can be everyday. As the mate, that is, sucking water through a skewers. But see, be aware of what constitutes us is seed planted by a reporter. See generally not easy when it comes to what is self-Argentinean. A few days ago someone told me that her daughter in their twenties who leaves the country at least twice a year (and not say "travels "...), had returned from Machu Pichu and a commentary on the coffee had been that was losing his sense of wonder. I said nothing to that person. Just imagine what would be in front of Aconcagua, or feet in a river in Córdoba, or walking the red soil of Misiones or Salta Valley, simpler still, I thought of that description that the writer makes his return, in plain view that peace of mind again. Back in need, be able to maintain the surprise, watch ("that which, otherwise, it would look"), not to be frightened of being at peace or be lost in the known / unknown travel would that be?