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HAPPY NEW YEAR!

When just one year, we take stock of gains and losses and we are amazed at how quickly it has passed year and the amount of things we've experienced. We also count the good, the bad, comparing each year ... and it's sad, because in the end, many Sometimes we just look at the things we have done well.

And so, on a date so designated, here are all my excuses to 2009. I thought it was a horrible year and now with my balance, things did not add up.

When finished in 2009, I was glad. And I was glad because she left me exhausted, exhausted and sad. Left me exhausted, emotional bumps, the depths professionals, emotional wreck ... I dismissed with solemnity, jubilee and commemoration to 2009 because he considered it a bad year. I accused him with shouts and jeers of my failed relationship status, because I let alone dancing, when my gentleman suddenly disappeared from my arms. I blame between bellowing and crying because I left with debts, emotional debts, but debts to the end of the day. I was angry because it took a lot of people that I wanted, I removed from my life off some friends who could have been plethoric. He took them all, all those friendships. And I have still so new that could put names, faces and places ... I shouted to 2009 because I left wanting to flee, leaving everything, leaving, to get away ... I dismissed

2009 with a ceremony with the same exultation that if the dance of the fire in question. And I spent the first days of 2010, happily sniffing to see if he could see it in the air all the good things that fate I reserved. Like those years I still remember with a smile. Now I realize that's not the years, but us. The blame for our ills, we live has the maturity and responsibility that every year add up.

And just like in the continuity of my concerns, the 2010 was the continuation of 2009. Consecutive years and not leap but just looking and square. I was very disappointed when I saw that 2010 was just a year. My thousand new proposals, they were in new proposals. My thousand wishes stayed desires. I expected things, changes, personal rush ... But it was only in 2010 that continues to 2009. Followed loss as always, but with one more year. I kept feeling like always, and I was on the eve of another year, just as in 2009, trying to digest the darkness that loomed over my moons.
Year of tsunamis, hurricanes and I tiles on a side to side. Year of trivia that keep us from our daily lot. 2010, year of drought, years of frustration, of embarrassment, heartbreak and of blandness, years of discussions, a high degree of nervousness and self-incrimination. Year ominous dismal year. Yes! Also I hated 2010.

And so I present my excuses to 2009. And I'm not expecting anything in 2011. Say that:

Satisfaction Rating = Level of Need - Grade Expectations.

The higher is the level of expectations, the lower the satisfaction that are inversely bundled. For this I have very low expectations for this 2011. I do not expect any miracles. I do not expect anything. I do not want to order anything. I do not want any purpose, nothing. Let me see if I can serve, because I know that in fever the night of 31, one begins to desire great things, without restraint, without realizing the expectations start to rise also in turn are bundled with champagne glasses .

just want a new year, give me what I need and does not depend on my expectations.

I could wish many things but I just wish the new year give you what you need ... Everything.

HAPPY 2011!

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IMMIGRANT AND ABROAD. Homo homini

Once, a taxi driver, entrusted to seek out a group of foreigners, including which I, for one event at a TV channel. We stayed in a central location in the city where there were tourists from around the world, people of all kinds. A point well known to stay.

The group was made by a friend of mine from India, a Pakistani boy, an African ... We waited a long time, but it appeared the driver. Women of production, the channel in question, he kept calling us to give our exact location, because the poor taxi driver was going around and we found ... But given the location that would give the taxi driver did not see us. We were in the same place as him, but not see us. We put in a highly visible and nothing. Until the end, gave to us your description and saw him right away. When we said we were, looked puzzled and said "I had seen you before but I said it was a group of" foreigners. " "

He went to all the groups of French, Germans and others and asked them " Is it you ...? " and told him no. It did not occur close to us. For him, as for many people, a people group with African or Indian or Pakistani was a group of immigrants, not foreigners.

In social reality, the labels for the changing of the country are split in two. The "immigrant" and "foreign." The immigrant is a foreigner who comes to stay. Every immigrant is a foreigner but not all foreigners are immigrants.
But is a French immigrant who comes to live in Spain? Is it a Guinean foreign tourist who is in Germany? Not really. In fact the social reality has made its own definition of these terms as simple and reduced to the personal status of each. The terms are awarded based on place of origin, which varies from country. Foreigners are coming from the European Union whether or not tourism and immigrants are coming from countries struggling economy, those who sometimes are cataloged in "underdeveloped countries." Class definitions, which are based on the information endless poverty that broadcast media and the image they give of those coming from southern countries.
is an immigrant from Senegal, Cameroon, Guinea, Mali's, the Togolese, Ecuadorian, Peruvian, Colombian, Moroccan and foreign ... French, English, German, American ... We have reached such levels that the thing even sometimes, it is not race but the penalty given by each one. The immigrant gives more trouble than abroad.

Unconsciously, we classify and label. The word "immigrant" has now become so negative that comes out of the mouths and insult which, perversely and contemptuous. And it distinguishes graded, labeled, cataloged and offensive manner derogatory to the needs of the host country. Because if a black is rich, distinctive characters immediately acquires an "alien" as a title of an illustrious and noble nobleman Nobleman in question. Therefore Eto'o is not an immigrant, but it is any other Cameroonian not have a high standard of living.

The word "immigrant" has acquired pejorative connotations, although most of the immigrants with curved back working in the fields of crops, doing jobs that nobody wants to do, while they call foreign fun, each in his way: museums, tours, bleeding and revelry. Many very civil and polite, some not, but as in all sites. Vale that these foreigners from rich countries contribute to the economy as a English service exports, a positive factor for GDP. Vale! But is that immigrants from poor countries make efficient the English economy to produce and consume more, at low cost. But nevertheless, his position in GDP has more character import.

GDP. Imperfect indicator, Gross Domestic Product.

GDP = C + I + G + X - M

With C consumption, private investment I, G and government spending on goods and services, X exports and M imports.

But according to BAE, the dictionary of this blog, the GDP increase is the Welfare Plan.

GDP = C + onvivencia I nformation G + January + e X pressure - in M orality.

And many people think:

GDP = C + apital I ndividual G + + e Astar X foreigners - in M igrantes.

So goes the world. Nothing is gained with greed, individualism egocentric and neglecting some social groups. The real growth is based on good living, respectively, with generosity, immigrants, natives and foreigners, with real information, a society of free speech and lots of morality.

Plan Increase Welfare is what we want to be. But we have to change the definition as soon as we give up some other capacity.
"Immigrants and foreign? The important thing is not how we identify people, but as we see them.

Immigrant and abroad.

a social approach, it seems more important, and the other dark and sad. But those who look stop and enjoy gossip, slander, to defame and discredit. For among the German who comes to spend their money, and the Senegalese who works with his hands rough and tough and grueling schedule, there is only one difference. The contribution of one seems more important than the other. But at heart ...

... The moral merit is the same.

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Friend,

You go back to your roots and I'm envious because I it will go very well. I read your letter a thousand times and I know by heart and all your questions, although deep inside me was that long ago that talked about this.

I was glad to read that you were going home to see your people, leaving behind Europe so cold that this winter so crude, but my heart stopped when I read that I wanted to tell yours. It hurt all the pain inside you that you have fear of rejection from those you want. And I was angry to see people like you suffer from things that have not chosen. I saw your fear, I saw your fears, I read your apprehension. I know you too well and even I know you shaking your pulse when you wrote me. Nervousness and anxiety when you know you can not refuse more than a moment that is becoming more present to the questions of your relatives. And I figured
front of your mother, her heart beating a thousand, sweaty hands, and a little dizzy trying to find the right words to say you're gay.

know you cried when you wrote that your mother certainly reject and I feel bad because I do not want to spend for a drink so hard. Your mother will surely understand. But what about the others? Maybe it will not take it well. Not because they are rare or hard-liners, but simply that in our lands, we have not reached this level. In times like these, it makes me angry that our countries are not as evolved as the European countries, our people do not have open-mindedness they have here and see homosexuals as dragons when here is standard in the world.

I know what you have suffered. I know all your inner battles. I know you went on there among other things to be free and live out your sexual freedom, but I also know that as much as run from the time provided, like a boomerang, just coming back.
And I am sorry to have to suffer for something that is not an eyesore, nor is it a horror. You are a wonderful person, one of the best I know, a guy. And I go on when I think that after all your internal struggles: failed romances with girls and hyper-masculine pose that for once you're finally released, now you re-lock because you might judge.

I know that after many years in Europe surrounded by friends I have never questioned anything, I think you're stronger mentalmente.Sé that we are already somewhat Europeanized by as much freedom and now we are guided by the "I do not lying "" I'm going with the truth "" I am free to say ... "when we used to think differently. But I think all your fears are stored there in you and that will be afloat with mute reproach, or any critical eye.
why I want you to think why now, feel the need to scream to all your sexual status. Is it for you? Is it for your mother? Is it by your partner? Is it because you need it or because others want to know? If you think you have to say, then say so. But think about it because you have no moral obligation to do so. Deems it not necessary to sit with me to tell me. We expect to ask and what you chose confirmármelo as you've done with all your European friends. Think first, because then you can not go back. And maybe you are hard. And I feel bad because you will suffer, and suffer because you will be judged by one thing they do not control or understand.

not think it's pathetic, "saying nothing" as you wrote in your letter. Your mother is older and you no longer live there. The only person that has to import in your decision to confess to all your family, your mother. You have to appreciate what she thought, or as you sit on it.
Your loving mother reared her alone. You are their only son, his child prodigy. Is you who thinks in the privacy of his home, from distant lands. She who always tries his physical pain and problems go unnoticed in his tone of voice when speaking to you over the phone. You are his life, his pride, are his vanity. Is you who thinks when cry in private, the distance that separates you. It speaks when you squint your eyes smug smile. It is you who hung the medals when he explains all your accomplishments, even the smallest. It is you who thinks when he hears in any news of any disaster anywhere in the world. You are their dignity, joy, satisfaction and you know she will suffer for you, as I suffer to think about what you tell others to know you're gay.

Some things can not choose, but we can not do anything against the ignorance of those who do not understand that the more someone is gay and if countries like ours. I'm sure the time and years modernize también nuestras sociedades. Europa también era así hace tiempo y incluso tristemente hay gente hoy en día en Europa que parecen ser de nuestros países, atrasados en este aspecto.

No soporto la idea de pensar que tienes que sentar a todo el mundo para contarles algo muy tuyo. Y más, que estarás solo. Aunque sé cómo o cuánto debes necesitar el hecho de decirlo o reconocerlo públicamente. Egoísmo europeo que antepone lo que quieres tú a todo lo demás. Buscas tu libertad y huir de mentiras simples ante preguntas incomodas, pero nuestras sociedades no están preparadas, están atrasadas.
Es triste que ni hayas robado, que ni hayas matado pero que tengas que esconder algo tan consustancial and so simple. I guess every society needs its process to reach the European level. But it is unfortunate that our countries condemn homosexuality and see it as unnatural.

friend In my opinion, I think it has to import to make this decision is your mother. It's always been there, even from afar. It is the only one you really, before your dear family, before me ... Although I love a lot.

Whatever you do, I'm here, always for anything. I know and you know there are things we can not choose. Born period. And remember, whatever you do, it will be correct. I know it's a phrase from whites, but cuela.Quiero decirte echo of that now at least, so as to echan of the good friends and at least in the exceptional people like you. A kiss

very safe. You
friend.
Always yours, Yaïvi.

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VISCA CATALUNYA! LOS

Porto little time in Europe and although there have been things that I claimed, I learned other at high speed. live in Catalonia, a beautiful country, located just above the Valencian Aires, south-east of the Basque Country, under the high Pyrenees and cold and half-ring installed by the sea Mediterranean.

I have seen many things on TV, I read many things in the newspapers and gossip that has been buried because I'm all moved and everything that happens here in Spain. I know many English regions are annoying by Catalan patriotism. But why?
Catalans are patriotic. Defend their land, defend their language of efensen culture, defend what is theirs. But often the information that arrive are misunderstood and this generates regional hatred.

I admire the Catalan patriotism.

say that I admire that one must speak Catalan Catalan. I admire the Catalans to Catalonia as a nation, a country. I admire the Catalans who prevail before everything you own. I admire the Catalans off their land, turn on when someone speaks ill of his people. I admire his Catalan Catalan patriots to the end. Catalans love their land, Catalans who love their home, the Catalans love their food, they love the Catalan people.
I admire all this because I discovered what really I like the patriotism here in Catalonia. A clean and fresh feeling that comes from deep inside. I did not know that something existed. And we, poor dahomeensos, which we thought was a patriotic verse was to know the national anthem.
Catalan admire the patriotism and I think that if the Africans were more Catalan, our story today would be another. We are not so patriotic. Never been so conscientious. We have always been governed by the laws of the whites.

Our History, the Dahomey, was a time when our vernacular languages were forbidden and punished those who spoke the school. I understand that was or is a teaching methodology healthy for us to instill the official language of the whites considered. But had to leave our band? And many people renounces its own languages or dialects because it is chic to speak French or any other language of whites. As should be chic? if we know each other and know under what painful conditions live.

lack of patriotism was evident at the time of the settlers. As we could not fight to defend our lands? How can we not fight to defend our wealth? As we could not fight for our independence, our culture, our rights ...? And the worst is that after all this vanem enjoy European practices. What happens? Do we have horchata in the veins? The blacks are too conformist. Although the country of the Amazons in ancient Dahomey, there was a king, King Behanzin, one of the few kings nationalists who said "No" to everything.


not the entry of settlers.
not the theft of our lands.
not abuse inflicted on our people.
not the sale of slaves.

The settlers are told that we had our laws, our customs, which lived in harmony and not needed or guns, or combs, mirrors or to change male slaves. Behanzin had to fight with an army of women, the Amazons of Dahomey to recover what was ours. Quickly captured, imprisoned and deported outside their own country. Behanzin died in exile. I shout. By what right the French came to the happy villages, appropriating all the excuse of lack of civilization?!
King And like that, there were many other patriots before and after fighting alone against all. Behanzin already said. "It really victorious, the man who stayed alone, but is still struggling in his heart .." remember Thomas Sankara, El Hadj Omar Soundjata Keita Samora Toure, Bio War, Lumumba, The Saddath, and of course, Mandela.
Big names of great men. Patriotic fighters, which must be added to the great writers in an attempt to instill a little patriotism to us told us stories of wrestlers as "Bakayoko" the book "Les Bouts de bois de Dieu" by Ousmane Sembene. How we yearned for Bakayoko? How we feel anger when reading that was masterful slap tip Dejean, head to our white Bakayoko? But the anger went by closing the lid of the book. Horchata is what we have in the veins. Horchata or zucchini juice. Do not, do not understand. Where is this feeling of holy rage and anger that were the Amazons? Where are these spirits of patriotism?

Had there been more "Bakayoko" king or kings that African nationalist or if all of us will we let this feeling invaded by Catalan, our borders would not be today and unnatural straight lines, marked with compass and our countries such as sweets distributed without our vote. We have never advocated
our language. We have never defended our wealth and we remain poor, although supply raw materials to many countries. We have never advocated anything. Since we live with good manners of others, leaving our band that disappeared slowly. Only big names we are proud of African patriots, and our pride gets in a pathetic pride.

The Africans should be more Catalan.

not know in depth the history of Catalonia, but I'm sure that those who defend their land, it does so at some point, he was deprived of his rights as the owner of this land is your od'allò .
I admire the Catalan patriotism.

And when you've tried the bread with tomato and Catalan cream, when you saw the green valleys of northern Catalonia, kindness the grandmothers and laughter Catalan Catalan impregnated bearing heat, presence, tenacity and a bit of stubbornness, because you have only to inflate your lungs and shout "Viva Catalonia!".

May we all thus patriotic. I admire the Catalan patriotism.

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WesternUnion. DEAR RUTH

There is an old adagio that African Dice: "What eats roe, not knows that the chicken in culo le duele " queriendo of saying that when disfrutamos things, sometimes we do not stop to think what it has cost at which it produces.

Everyone thinks that the main problems are the integration of immigrants, language, changing environment, changing values, the everyday individual, the various forms of discrimination ... What people do not know is that immigrants encounter a major problem: the "Westerunioneados." In fact, it varies from country to become an NGO, a bank Devis for his people. And many, as a matter of ethics and honor to send money beyond their means depriving them of everything.

The problem, as always, is based on the vision we have all of Europe. The country of white is a rich country. And anyone who comes to live in, becomes rich. Friends and family who have stayed in the country you imagine the life that's gone and you are surrounded by luxury, light, delicious and jeweled conditions do not stop to help.
And given that African families are large and there is always an aunt or a cousin know, the aid is different: support for a brother's schooling, help for the funeral of an aunt, helps to pay a colossal debt , help with hospital expenses of a sick uncle ... Help solve things that only money. And the poor immigrant who suffers for days subsisting after day in Europe, is sacrificed for the christening of his distant cousin, passes the heating on cold refusing to save for the wedding of his cousin. Are deprived of everything. Do not buy clothes, not out, spend the minimum to send money home. Becomes the sole provider of all a great and large family that does not understand when he says that "Europe is difficult." And some take advantage
. Every time they call you hear "we days without anything to eat," "children eat nothing but love you so much" "Let brother, do not think we" "That e sla poverty compared to our dignity? .. . Phrases calculated and measured by experts blackmailers who live confined in a limited world and short of lights, in which the basic thought is that if you live in Europe, you have money. Sometimes even relatives are pushing themselves. And others say "help me to go to Europe without imagining the impossibility and difficulty of the event. The thing sometimes even go further and slash the ridiculous when some cousins or friends, ask for expensive items that neither can afford immigrant: latest generation cameras, computers and ultra fresh from the market, expensive designer clothing, smart phones ... They ask for everything. It knows even the names of the devices before they hit the market.

This also is caused by the image that there are some who live in appalling conditions in Europe and yet, to return to Africa and spend what little they have and live in luxury, with big car, inviting god all round, handing out tickets right and left, caricaturing an image of an immigrant who has become rich in the country of whites and "I've gone with nothing and came back with everything." So feel adored. Everyone praises him rich. Feel admired but goes into a loop that can not leave and can not stop spending so as not to disappoint his fans interested. And people think that all immigrants live well and call and call and do not stop to ask without considering what it costs the other to get money. And the immigrant will not stop sending remittances, one after the other, and more and more ...
When you're far, everything seems more serious. You live in constant alarm of losing people you love, not to see them again and you can not sleep when you say someone is sick. And do not rest until you have sent all savings for medical expenses even if you say you only have a cold. I feel bad you're not going to school for lack of funds. I feel bad that your uncle's family have nothing, and so many things. I feel bad all over and everything seems to be far more serious.
The immigrant is the least selfish person can be known. Can not think of self and sacrifices himself for all his family. Sends half of what they earn because they feel bad that his people suffer. It becomes an NGO for poor heart that suffers from all the others, simply because they see them. And this prevents you from moving or save it for better living.

In African countries, the "westernunion" are those who live on remittances that they send their relatives living in northern countries. Many appreciate the fact of receiving foreign aid but many others are leveraged into a new career westerunioneado and live well, at the expense of others who live in the most chaste of the possibilities. All people who eat eggs without knowing that the hen's own hurts them. Suck the poor immigrant without knowing all that hard earned money in a society that is not what many of us think it is. Sometimes, there is usually a family member like my mother always says: "Child, do not worry about me, I'm on my land and I shall die of hunger." Many

sacrifice greatly to go back without thinking, because it would mean failure and be the shame of the family. And the worst part is that there will be no help or moral support from anyone because no one understood to have returned. Unfair behavior toward someone who puts all his people himself.

suffer there and suffer here. Definitely, no rest in need.

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Dear Ruth,

Receiving your letter today after nearly ten years without knowing anything about you. The last time we saw you were a young girl lost in Egypt and Sudan in the hope that UNHCR gave you and you had refugee status by both the right and the media in the U.S. reasentarte. Today you are a grown woman, with a couple of girls and a divorce behind your back ... and a clear sense of disappointment that leaps to the eye. I remember

Cairenes in those days in which we talked about the future, you never believe me when I said that the "civilized world" was quite different from what you saw in movies. Both you and your friends will you believed all that came out on the damn screen. Not everyone has a house, or a wonderful garden, or tie the dog with sausage. Do not expect that in the midst of so much technological advancement and opulence could find so much poverty and lack of solidarity in the land of promise. Needless to say, never understand why my skepticism. Now you can see clearly what was at that time I was indecipherable and clothes do not hurt now recognize your miscalculation.

In those days, I remember when I said (and still maintain) that if I had to be poor, I'd rather be in Africa rather than in Europe or the United States. In Africa, how many times I've seen, you can always turn to a relative, a cousin, a relative you know only by name, someone from your tribe or region ... in the first world when it comes to "economic problems" of the household is almost a taboo to be over two days hosted in someone's house, seems like a bother. In the culture of my birth, so different from yours, poverty is more shameful, you suffer in silence trying to look their best to not give rise to hurtful comments or humiliating in the neighborhood or family. Poverty in Africa is easier to bear because it is shared and you can easily find someone to help you in your strictures. That coldness and loneliness of a world that deeply individualistic is that you have found all these years in this society that he longed to know.

telling me stories of these past years I sound like that song of the 70 who spoke of "Gigi L'Amoroso," that Italian playboy who left his people wanting to conquer the world and returned to the United States as a failure and with his tail between legs. Relatively speaking, of course, in your words, not only meeting also disillusionment with a reality so materialistic and so inhumane, but also the deep feeling of seeing a prisoner in the country of adoption and you are now surrounded by relatives who came gradually after you as a trickle of bureaucracies and luck and are now a burden for you because you prevented from returning to the Africa to which it is obvious, flings himself terribly less ...

I believe you, Ruth, I know now that you've seen the other side of the world you're dying to go back to your origins and your daughters to show landscapes and faces that will be completely unknown and even inscrutable. Hopefully you make it, hopefully you can go ahead and return to Africa to serve your people. Hopefully one day the vision of the handle near the house of your parents, that evening in the bush or the melody of a proud Dinka pastor who praises the majesty of his flock are able to erase forever the nostalgic sadness your eyes.


Written by Alberto Eisman, author of the Blog "In Africa Key" http://blogs.periodistadigital.com/enclavedeafrica.php

Thanks Alberto

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