And people say that the ceremonial and protocol are a matter of diplomatic and nice people. The other day I was first in mi vida en un acto político realizado en un estadio de fútbol, llevada por la ingente curiosidad que siempre me causaron los acontecimiento masivos, y la organizadísima y ordenada estructura con la que me encontré no dejó de sorprenderme ni por un solo momento. Las imágenes de dos íconos de la historia argentina vigilaban cada movimiento desde el telón de fondo del escenario, mientras un presentador leía permanentemente los nombres de personas y movimientos que manifestaban su adhesión al acto y daban su presente.
Todos tenían su lugar designado desde mucho antes de llegar, salvo por los “autoconvocados” que se metían donde podían. Las columnas entraban de a una, esperando su turno en la entrada. Once they make their appearance, the speaker mentioned his name, while the group stops for a moment waiting to be placed, advertising with rhythmic music of drums. Accompanying
background, "Argentina to the bottom" of Bersuit. No matter the time of arrival here to get a more or less close to the stage, but the weight of the movement or group to which it belongs.
announcer calls "a lost classmate, who is going through a time of distress," a boy of 8 years to pass the minutes no one claimed.
I expected the start of speeches sitting on the floor behind the field and little concerned about the location, until a group with their flags were admitted and expected to accommodate literally passed me over and I quickly concluded that this was not the best place. They kept passing
sellers "Bombom stick ice cream" and sugared several, but my confusion was increased when handed one selling a sample of photos. I thought so distracted as I am I had the wrong day and place, and the recital of Franz Ferdinand I thought to place the next day he had moved, and were offering me pictures of Scottish musicians, as the entry of any concert. But as I approached I found a series of photos and posters of Evita, with all imaginable looks she learned to adopt. So there are ritual shared between two spheres (or opportunistic repeated? Who knows.)
Todos tenían su lugar designado desde mucho antes de llegar, salvo por los “autoconvocados” que se metían donde podían. Las columnas entraban de a una, esperando su turno en la entrada. Once they make their appearance, the speaker mentioned his name, while the group stops for a moment waiting to be placed, advertising with rhythmic music of drums. Accompanying
background, "Argentina to the bottom" of Bersuit. No matter the time of arrival here to get a more or less close to the stage, but the weight of the movement or group to which it belongs.
announcer calls "a lost classmate, who is going through a time of distress," a boy of 8 years to pass the minutes no one claimed.
I expected the start of speeches sitting on the floor behind the field and little concerned about the location, until a group with their flags were admitted and expected to accommodate literally passed me over and I quickly concluded that this was not the best place. They kept passing
sellers "Bombom stick ice cream" and sugared several, but my confusion was increased when handed one selling a sample of photos. I thought so distracted as I am I had the wrong day and place, and the recital of Franz Ferdinand I thought to place the next day he had moved, and were offering me pictures of Scottish musicians, as the entry of any concert. But as I approached I found a series of photos and posters of Evita, with all imaginable looks she learned to adopt. So there are ritual shared between two spheres (or opportunistic repeated? Who knows.)
After a first speaker confuses the stadium with a grocery store and rehearse a speech recited that no one bothers to listen, start the act itself. With a freshness and enthusiasm in the audience would not let me wonder, by repeating to the burden that must be passed along for decades, everything is scheduled in advance. We sing the anthem, and not exaggerate in saying that my heart sank when he saw "35,000? "70,000? (According to the media, of course) little people singing their verses, most of which no more than 45 years. Then came video footage of historic speeches were heard from the most famous political family, who presided over the event from the past. Minutes later, the keynote speaker is greeted with the Peronist march and face the crowd a declaration of unconditional love for his wife, while all the women sigh and rub his love, should keep on hand, moved by Romantic vein political issue.
The act ends, is given by the end of this pagan worship and all go home (or the buses parked outside), all but the little fellah whose name the announcer keeps repeating out loud, ringing in the speakers, while the stadium was empty.
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