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Imagine this.
You have a car, for instance, that works.
function a car is transporting one from one point to another, to protect the climate and little else.
If you live in a region, as I like that word, sorry. He said living in a small community where few people own a car and the few that there are similar to yours, some older, some more ugly, others like it and some other debris that are useless.
you happy, at least in regard to transport.
Why would you change your car?
not think about it. Their energies would be put on the other hand, their concerns would not pass by that place.
But if instead, you have around you a very good car, more new, faster, prettier.
What would happen?

can in principle say that you are satisfied with your car, it fulfilled its purpose. You may feel attached to it because many years ago that gives their faithful service and no logical reason to change it.
But it can happen to be attracted by another machine. And basically he was attracted because he realized that in addition to what your car does for you, others give you things you never thought before meeting them.
know that there are better cars than yours do want to have it.
And if you have the possibility to change and thus poder gozar de las comodidades y lujos de los nuevos autos. ¿Que lo frena?
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Lo bueno de juntarse con amigos de la secundaria después de mucho tiempo, es que entre todos, les ponemos nombre a los recuerdos.
Por ejemplo, recuerdo un profesor muy alto, que tenía un tic, que nos distraía y nunca nadie le pudo prestar atención a lo que decía.
Pero el nombre dejó de estar entre las neuronas que uso más seguido.
Y en una reunión de ex alumnos...
Charly - ¿Te acordás del Tuta?
Yo -Claaaaro, el Tuta. No recordaba el nombre.
Fabian - What was that yolk? Marcelo
- Torres was. The Tuta Torres.
I - Ha ha, you're right, that device was that Tuta.
Miguel - El Sapo put Tuta, because he was half a stutterer. Hung tu, tu tu. Chaly
- Che frog, come to you that you got it right.
The toad, who was making the roast, leave the shovel leaning against the vine and making chalk making begins writing on a blackboard imagination as they marched all tics that had the poor man who until a few minutes I was fuzzy in memory of all and with input from the memories of each form as if it took last about a week and not 25 years ago.
For a few hours we all went to be 16 or 17 and the voice of each one of the companions made us see that skinny kid with long hair, but the speaker is now peeling over 40. And
trigger memories of a corner that has stopped using it often triggers other memories but hidden, there were saved.
remember a most remarkable character that "Tuta".
A teacher stopped teaching and took leave, I do not remember, but the point is reached by a deputy. He was a very young and that was enough to see it once to attract attention. His eyes were penetrating and even intimidating.
I never taught a class on the subject matter, because word spread that the guy was like a mentalist, parapsychologist or any of those fancy title to say "chanta".
remember Toad, who was the most cheeky and a staggering mental speed, began to throw the tongue. We had that used the mental power to do all sorts of paranormal feats, and although most did not believe him and it showed nothing, the guy never lost that security, and answering any questions you shoot at.
Someone brought up the subject of the aura of people and the teacher did not hesitate to say that was true and that at that time was seeing the aura of each of us.
It took a second to appear the first to ask what color was his.
And there began to change the face of all of us, mocking laughter to serious like a dog on a boat.
Without knowing, because it was the first day we saw, began to describe the personality of each one according to the color of the aura that claimed to see.
"For example, you have a white aura, which is very rare to see," he told a colleague who does not remember having ever heard, no doubt you are very religious and has no evil, is very innocent and good person.
Among all begin to wonder how he knew so low that, because it was true. And he kept commenting
saying see and therefore the personality of each one without mistakes in none. He said my aura
threw the red was not bad but it was not no saint.
"You do not believe in anything," he said. And I am atheist Carl Sagan could not answer, or close your jaw hanging.
At recess there was another topic of conversation and half of those who did not know whether to believe in the paranormal, had signed from that time as paranormal friendly. The rest of those who were still skeptical launched theories of all kinds including the most likely to be based on observation and knew that what you wanted to hear.
But this was the first encounter with "The Sorcerer" nothing more.
Shortly afterwards someone asked
- If you strain to break down a person can do it?
"Sure they do, but do not ask me to do that.
- What we can do it too?
- If anyone can do it if you concentrate enough.
-An easy way for beginners is putting on a paper inside the shoe with the name of the person you want to influence and focus on what they want to sit at the same time they step on that foot.
- Does it?
"If you manage to concentrate if, but be careful, be wise is not a game.
changed the subject but we were all thinking the same thing.
That day, last hour had very complicated proof of thermodynamics where the teacher was Torres, Tuta.
When it was over when the teacher left the room witch, but most of us instead of going out to recess we were planning the Machiavellian move.
The shoes of all, do not remember which foot was because I had to be one in particular, stayed a piece of paper with the name you can imagine and the word to repeat in our minds was "diarrhea." We spent time
NEXT, thirty, stepping rhythmically with the same foot that had the paper with the name of Tuta Torres while mentally we said "diarrhea."
When the final bell rang the the time, entered the tutor saying
- Do you have to Torres in the last hour?
I think we answered all with their eyes wide open and in unison
-Si.
"They go before then, because the teacher had to retire.
disorder and hubbub that ensued left the preceptor misplaced and we, the skeptical, concerned.
I believe it was a coincidence, because if a person could indeed affect the other with a sole focus, from 30 at the same time we could be dehydrated.
The witch history professor does not end here but I have to say that:
to me, never worked for me.

"The first great virtue of man was the doubt, and the first great defect of faith." Carl Sagan

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We call it "inside" the people of the country or small towns that fall within the reference cities.
There are people inside the country and more precisely within each province. From what I can talk about is the interior of the Province of Buenos Aires.
The rich interior of this province is something that is sometimes spoken, but few know or recognize, because although we know that Argentina is Buenos Aires, if a foreigner wants to come to know the country is not going elsewhere. And not just the tourists who come for a walk and go, it also happens with immigrants continually arriving by the thousands and end up badly crowded in the city of fury, when they could live much better in the quiet interior.
precisely within province, bordering the province of La Pampa is a town called Salliqueló. Sorry, what salliquelenses not like to tell you people, but city.
parochial In this city there is nothing to draw the attention of a big city dweller. The virtues of the place is not seen in a postcard.

The landscape is a field for the 4 sides, no rivers or ponds. It's a boring environment, unless one is a cow. But the colors change seasonally, from light green to dark, ripe golden wheat to bright yellow sunflowers and even violet or blue flowering alfalfa fields.
Within the urban living very different characters, from owners of the fields on the merit of having inherited some land they live in luxury, giving orders to employees who produce the field and take only enough to live a somewhat impoverished middle class, but that in turn employ the lowest class, comprised of domestic workers and those living on odd jobs. But there is poor. The worst lives inside passes better than any poor city.
Every city has a place inside, which marks the center of its development and general rules can be reflected in your care, the state of the municipal government.
Salliqueló The square has always been one of the most neat and tidy. It has no sources, no drops, no great monuments. In the center a mast on a square of masonry and granite steps which go up and down, run around and play more boys. within a large circle of tiles with some banks and clay roads between large beds that are the star of the square. Mature trees, roses and seasonal flowers that give a view of the plaza.
In one of those roads, a stone bench, very old that is not ugly, but at odds with the rest of the banks that are metal and wood.
When I first came to this town, sorry, city forced walk through the center of the square across it diagonally. Walked from the train station to the museum that caught my attention. Since I had to do time, I went to browse.
Tips arrows, pieces of stone with graphs and even a fossil criptodonte are housed in the least runs this museum is because those who come often go to see the historical memories of the first settlers looking for ancestors on the pictures to point them proud.
- Do you have to much? - Said an old woman, which was the museum curator.
- Pardon? - Answered surprised and intrigued, if it was me who spoke, although he was the only living there besides herself.
-ask if you have to much because I have to go out and do some things. The woman said with obvious irony unfriendly.
"No, nothing else was doing time, I'm going," I said as I left my first and last visit to a museum that nobody attends and began to understand why. Surprised and a little humbled I passed through the square and sat on the stone bench, chewing the frustration of being practically thrown out of the museum.
"But how old bitch .- I for in, or perhaps out loud because I was alone among all those ornamental vegetation.
"But nobody ever comes, the poor had things to do and not to be rude, I never entered one at that time.
"But you get fired a museum and within hours I replied.
"You're going to have to get used to, life here is not the same rules as in the city.
-Si-diije obviously, or I dreamed it, because I was nodding entredormido by the fatigue of travel.
The train ride from Buenos Aires lasted 10 to 12 hours when all was well, but I got to be 20 hours in those cans that were broken down half way more often than tolerable. Stop taking so long because all peoples and at least the first trips were interesting for what was seen again. Besides the sight of a town from the train is unlike any other, because normally the station is behind the people and never traveling by car will look alike.
I stood, I stretched a bit and walked out, leaving behind the stone bench that was hidden behind the roses.
The downtown streets were asphalt but no more than 7 or 8 blocks from where they began to be ground. But it was not land as he was accustomed to seeing in the port city was a mixture of sand or sandy soil and give it a light color ways. The same color that you end up walking shoes after a few meters.
Although it was very early, some residents and merchants sweeping the sidewalk opening their businesses are beginning to see.
"Good morning" said a neighbor while sweeping, Linda morning, no?
"Yes," replied puzzled, because the guy did not know, but I spoke as if it were.
I walked, thinking of where I knew, because in a city known only greets otherwise spend the day greeting the millions that one sees.
"Hello, good day," she said a beautiful woman that was sweeping the precise moment that I was wrong. I could not remember who had the broom in his hand.
"Hello" I said, less surprised than before. So
walked his way to my destination, understanding what they meant when they talked about the hospitality of the village.
life led me to settle in Salliqueló and although I never saw the museum, the square, as in any town is the venue for a walk on Sunday, for brides, those who have this fate or just cutting path instead of around it, when someone is out there.
After several years, walking with my wife in the ways of the place remembered that story of the museum.
, not who was the old museum because they never saw.
"The you have to have seen hundreds of times, it is Daniel's mother - said my wife is always right.
Do not tell me I replied, astonished I remember older.
-will of the anger that you felt, but she always worked at the museum until he retired a few years ago.
- I hope I never have told the story to Daniel, because I am a specialist blunder.
"We'll sit there, my wife said as he pointed to a bench with new wood or painted recently.
"No, go to the stone bench where I sat this time," I said, trying to see over the plants to locate.
- What stone bench?
-In one of the internal paths are a bank that is stone, not like these.
"I've dreamed of, because all banks are the same," she said with safety that characterizes it.
"No, I tell you that there is a stone, it happens that among the many paths one gets lost, but we will look you'll see.
walked by all the internal paths and never found him.
"I have taken," I said it's a shame.
"The truth is I do not recall ever seeing this bank as you say, you will like.
- May I said very little to be convinced, but I'm sure I sat on the bench.
Some years later, I was hired to work with the computer system and communications in the new museum. Having stopped the passenger train passing through this area, what was the station building was restored to move the museum. The work was very simple. Install new equipment, set up some things and nothing else, just two or three days. The last day as he finished verifying that everything worked well bringing things were municipal employees and organizing everything in place.

leave in a moment beside the computer desk a box of pictures, too old to look for them instead.
slightly jutting out of the box, a box where you see the square with the way that endures to this day, not just the big trees and flowers planted. Very different but recognizable.
more success in the middle today, the brand new mast and base, surrounded by stone benches.
Without much thought I took the box and put it on the desktop.
"You saw how different the place looks today," said museum curator, seems bigger right?
"Yes, I said re-stripped without removing your eyes from the photo.
"Must be from 1930 or earlier, because it is not dated.
"I call attention to the banks of stone .- I said, trying to hide the plot.
"If they were ugly, but since I can remember have always been those of metal and wood.
- None remained stone?
"To my knowledge, never saw them. not ask more. Could not be. Went about my business, I finished and left.