The Copa America is on, as well the UEFA Euro, two major football (soccer) events. I’ve been watching a bit of both, but more the Copa America as the South American guy I am.
Over the weekend Chile destroyed Mexico 7-0, which I was expecting because South American soccer > Central & North American.
First of all I have to say the Mexican sportscaster on this video is hilarious, or at least I find him that way ’cause their accent is already kind of funny.
As I was saying, I had my money on Chile, especially since I have a Mexican coworker who was bragging on how Mexico won something called the Copa Oro/Gold Cup (which is a competition between North America, Central America, and the Caribbean) and how they would win the Copa America… Pfff… He was not only inducing my sleep, but also getting on my nerves with his absurdity.
Obviously bitch wasn’t aware that the Copa Oro is not the Copa America, where you get to play against South American countries, and some of the hottest players.
With the win Chile moves on to the semifinals this Wednesday in Chicago, where it will meet Colombia. And unbeaten Argentina will play against the U.S. tomorrow night in Houston.
With Argentina, Chile and Colombia on the semifinals, I’m already satisfied and convinced the trophy will stay in South America. #SorryNotSorrry
During the Cold War, a new method of repression became favoured by brutal military dictatorships in South America. Those that the right-wing governments perceived as part of a communist threat were not just killed, but they were also made to vanish, denying their families any feeling of finality or closure.
The term “disappeared” was coined to describe these missing victims.
Six countries that were ruled by military dictatorships in 1975, Argentina, Bolivia, Brazil, Chile, Paraguay and Uruguay, together formed Operation Condor, a secret military plot for coordinated repression based on shared intelligence and military resources. But, not only they exchange information, also people.
After reading the book Something Fierce: Memoirs of a Revolutionary Daughter, I got very interested about the major crimes that happened over there while I was a child. Mainly because I also come from South America and every description in that book brings me back memories of those countries.
Operation Condor was merciless, Pinochet was a criminal and the world did nothing.
As in every major global war/cold war and stuff, the American government was deeply involved in this and let him do what he did. For Pinochet simply killing someone wasn’t enough: They wanted to obliterate their existence entirely.
For some units, this meant tying their victims to pieces of railroad track and loading them into a helicopter. Then they would fly out over the empty wastes of the Pacific Ocean and throw them into the freezing water below. For others, such as the units stationed at the notorious death camps in Chile’s Atacama Desert, it meant grinding the bodies of their victims down until their bones were little more than dust and scattering the remains to the wind. Yet others used dynamite to blow the corpses to pieces. A few are thought to have been dumped from planes high up in the Andes, where no humans ever go.
It’s estimated now that 80,000 leftists, students, human rights advocates and intellectuals were “disappeared” during Condor. The only decent thing Pinochet ever did was to die. But this horror will always remain.
Searching for books online, I discovered a wonderful book of his life for children AND adults. Pablo Neruda: Poet of the People by Monica Brown, with absolutely stunning illustrations and hand-lettering by artist Julie Paschkis.
This is a great biography of Pablo Neruda who was once known as Neftalí (to evade his father’s disapproval of his poetry) and his love for writing poetry. The content is wonderfully worded and age appropriate for young children. This book demonstrates that opinions and concerns can be voices heard through appropriate poetry.
The story begins with the poet’s birth in Chile in 1904 with the pen name “Pablo Neruda” at the age of sixteen when he first began publishing his work and traces his evolution as a writer, his political awakening as an activist, his deep love of people and language and the luminosity of life.
In fact, the book is as much a celebration of Neruda as it is a love letter to language itself, swirling through Paschkis’s vibrant illustrations are words both English and Spanish, beautiful words like “fathom” and “plummet” and “flicker” and “azul.”
This is a good introduction to the poet, but if you’ve read some of Neruda’s poetry, the story and especially the illustrations, will be much more meaningful to you. Simply BEAUTIFUL!
This time my dad got me a comic book that I completely forgot about, Condorito.
Condorito (little condor) is a Chilean publication and its humor is very sane and classy. It’s been almost 20 years since the last time I read one.
Back in the late 90’s you could find few in Montreal but it was a Mexican edition and they “translated to Mexican” (meaning they used Mexican slang) and it wasn’t as funny to me, since Condorito is Chilean and I was used to read “Chilean”.
See, all Spanish speaking countries have their own slang and as familiar as I am with mostly all, when a original publications is modified for a different audience it loses charm, specially if you’re used to read the original importation. Same as when a foreign movie is dubbed to English. It’s just awkward. I’d rather read the captions.
On the other hand my Spanish is pretty standard thanks God. I rarely used slang when I was a teen and living in Montreal helped me to keep it that way since here I met people from all Hispanic America and (Sweet Lord!) sometimes I had to ask them “Are you sure that’s Spanish?” Specially my Mexican friends and people from the Caribbean… No comments!! I had less issues with my South Americans.
Anyway, I was very excited to have a Condorito in my hands again because #WIN!
Sexo by Los Prisioneros
Sexo compro, sexo vendo, sexo arriendo.
Brazil 1- Chile 1. Brazil knock out Chile after a dramatic penalty shootout (3-2) And here’s the HERO of the match, Julio Cesar. Hail Cesar!
It was an emotional moment for both teams. Chile have played so well, they put Spain out and they have given as good as they got today. It is such a shame to see them go out on penalties. Brazil on the other hand… I have no words, or nails left seriously. This must be the weakest Brazilian teams I’ve seen in years. The talent level of the players is far beyond from what they got us used to it over the dacades. There are no stars like Romário, Bebeto, Dunga, or Ronaldo, Adriano, Kaká, and Ronaldinho. Nerermind king PELÉ, the greatest player of all time.
The new kid Neymar is not bad, but he’s not memorable in my opinion as any of the names I previously mentioned. Brazil won, but at these rates I don’t see them winning the World Cup, regrettably.
This is hard to predict, but I would declare Colombia and Brazil as the winners, otherwise if Chile wins over Brazil that would be the last day on earth for the Brazilian team ’cause shit is intense like that, they’re pretty much playing their lives here.
Regardless, my South American blood is very proud of the achievement of these 4 teams. Y QUE GANE EL MEJOR!