On Wednesday I woke up around 7am to wait for the census breakfast with my parents and my brother as we talked about the day was going to happen
Around 8.30 am I took my laptop and went to see how the census was already talking with friends and colleagues on Twitter and MSN
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while the news came, I just could not believe I ran and told my old eyes filled with tears: mother died Nestor Nestor died, she and my old not believe it, I said baby, can not be, should be another Nestor, my brother came and saw us as we were and said Txiki (small, as he calls me although it is only 8 minutes older than me), what's wrong? and told him, he told me calm down, should be given to him some other evil, and scavengers are buried alive, when I showed the public TV said, and hese bastards killed him, killed him and punched the wall
My parents are not but voted for Cristina Kirchner in 2007 because they believed it was the best option for the country and I was very touched to see my old shed tears and asked him if think much of him, she said, do not cry for Nestor because he is in a better place Cristina cry for who has lost not only his political partner, but the man in her life, the father of her children, her best friend, the one who never failed
There I began again the tears, the census taker arrived, we did pass (also came crying), answered questions and told us to 20 in the Plaza and told him if
My family is of a higher social stratum, we live in Belgrano My brothers and I studied in a British school and then in Europe, tell us not to pigeonhole all bloggers K on the same scale, are very different, there are rich, poor, Jewish, Catholics, men, women, gay, straight, young, old, and I'm not going to acts by a choripán not because I take pointers from my neighborhood, I conviction, and although my parents did not share many of my ideas (my brother shares some banking and I very much) tell me they support me and defend my ideals
I spent much of the day glued to the laptop, talking to cumpas, watching public television, even in a state of shock and pain and waiting Time to go to the Plaza
I have many conservative neighbors (hopefully pro gorillas there are only one or two but nobody lends support even more attention) but I saw banners in their windows, Dona Conchita is a sra whose family lives in the neighborhood for about 5 generations and is more Alfonsin Alfonsin took his flag and said leader died today, I do not share many of their ideas but brought to this country forward and is the least I can do
around 18h \u200b\u200bwith my brother I set out for the Plaza, agreed to go on the subway because we knew that traffic would be impossible, suddenly we saw my old also preparing to leave, I asked them to where my father came and said: "You know that I am not that man kirchnerista but owe him a lot and there Argentina to pay homage as we are and show the President that the people will always accompany "
Another sea of \u200b\u200btears and we left the crowded subway but there was silence, flags everywhere , people crying
We arrived at the Plaza and had a sea of \u200b\u200bpeople and were not called by pointers and by mayors, it was people like you and me, of all ages, genders, races imaginable, all united by pain and flags
saw the face of Argentina hurt on the Square, a boy aged about 12 who was crying and told me we was Dad Nestor was us , another boy and teenager said Nestor before we had to seek food in the garbage, we now have home and eat hot every day, I saw punks with its crest and flag, embraced with old crying I saw entire families sharing their pain, people with rosaries, praying for him, I saw ladies and gentlemen of very old banks cold to leave, I saw other kids making paper penguins leave a tribute
saw people known to I never thought I would see on the Plaza, classmates and college leaving a message, a flower, I tweet from the iPhone
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on Twitter last night had a very strong story, of how someone could not write the favor asked to write for him to leave a message
I firmly believe that what you sow you gather and but I wanted to monopoly media demonize, love Nestor planted in his village, Cristina picked it up in these days of intense pain
My parents stayed until nearly midnight but hey, are older and decided to leave, I I was with my brother and the many new friends we made: Daniel, Fabri, Gonza, Andrew, Martha, Kate ...
Instead of emptying, the Plaza was filled with increasingly more and more people, a touching moment was seeing Tupac reach their white flags, such as oppressed peoples who found their place in the country through
fellow The gay community was also discarded, a boy with his rainbow flag I said has left us orphans, he always fought for us and now we have to accompany Cristina
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stayed at the Plaza until after 4am and many already were preparing to sleep there, I felt tired of both mourn Nico and I told (my brother) that we would sleep for a while and then return to say goodbye to Nestor
The truth is that the dream was short despite being very tired, because I felt great pain and great anxiety
The next day we got up early, had breakfast and luncheon mom packed us like when we were kids because we did not know how to last in the queue
Another subway ride with tears, flags and silence, we the Pink and had 10 blocks queue, patiently we got to do it and wait, talked to many people, old men who had come from the PBA to say goodbye, with kids coming from the villages to leave, with kids my age who did not go to say goodbye
laburo About 5 hours later (time is so relative, yesterday on Twitter said it was less but Nico made me fall in mind that we had been quite some time) we arrived at the door of the Casa Rosada.
was a family behind us, a couple and their son about 6 years, Nico and I are quite high and the kid grabbed his pants for my brother and told him that if he could carry to see all Nico looked at the boy's parents who gave permission and put him on their shoulders so he could leave, it was a lovely contrast because my brother is blond and very white like me and the kid was a beautiful dark-haired, with eyes like coal.
Ahi saw Cristina and I got to mourn again because although they showed strong you could see he was devastated and did not want your hands on the coffin, I cried CRISTINA FORCE, WE ARE WITH YOU and she looked for a moment through those dark glasses, Bryan (the kid was carrying my brother) told him we love you, love you very much Nico and he dropped a few tears.
was a minute but for me it was like a second and a year at the same time, a second because was too short a time to see Nestor and one year for the magnitude of the emotions I felt at that moment: love, pain, sadness, hope all at the same time.
went out and then went to the Plaza for a while, but we were turned to dust because it was now real, down like a bad dream but after seeing the coffin and Cristina pain suddenly hit us, I could not stop mourn and my brother tried to comfort in his own tears
Then home, where Dad had already the largest flag with a black ribbon on the door
Twitter, Blogger, MSN, Public TV, daily for the rest of the day and until now that I've finally gathered enough strength to write this post, could not be something short because Nestor owed even this poor pathetic prose
The feelings that I left these days are so strong that it is almost impossible to describe, but I'll take the love of the people who said goodbye to someone who gave up his life and Cristina pain because we lost a companion, a friend, but she lost a leader the love of his life, the father of her children, her companion of struggle, the man who waited every night at Olives, the man who never failed him, the most important person in your life
I was never very political before 2003, but when I heard about Nestor in his campaign thought, this guy can do great things and I supported with my vote (the first time I voted for President and I played it with him), I was right and he restored my faith in a country that had gone to hell in 2001, he gave us back the hope, pride of country, confidence in institutions and although not think it was perfect (only God is), with their successes and mistakes brought to this country forward in a frightening time and I have only words of gratitude for him for everything he did in so short a time
As they say Brian and Roger, Only the Good Die Young and now no longer the monopoly will to fight the man but will have to contend with the legend, if they failed when they were only Cristina and he will now be much less that there are millions
Life goes on without you, But it doesn 't mean we miss you anyway won't
Thanks Nestor and we'll meet again someday
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