Alberto Atienza
Liceo Militar General
mirror out of the shadows. Qualified as a detention center on March 24, 1976 nothing was heard of that place. It was as if it had not existed. Perhaps because it is lighter in the treatment of prisoners contained illegal, some estimate a figure of about 200 men of the most diverse trades and professions.
federal court in Mendoza, infamous for the process to be functional to the genocidal dictatorship, opened a file which contains statements of a few men who remained locked in the center of learning, never stopped working as such. A few feet away were the cadets of the "subversive" Among these were journalists, in captivity for the sole sin of working in the media, gauchos brought from farms, an egg salesman, politicians, council members, union leaders in popular jargon, a "Carretal of parsley" And there was perhaps more who suffered the injustices visited upon him, Antonio Di Benedetto, then led to a trip with torture and abuse at a prison in La Plata.
it not be me, the author of the note, the most appropriate to remind the high school. I suffer from memory loss. I remember terrible things, like when opened an old door, dilapidated, several soldiers entered, bringing in tow a young man, his face distorted by the blows he had inflicted. I could not speak, swelling of your lips, or drinking water that we offered. I hardly saw her eyes wide at the bottom of his face swollen and purple, one large hematoma. There was no standing, holding him. I never knew her name. If you live or killed. If you survived that beating the hell he was the victim. They took the very same military that brought it. For me that was in the Lyceum. Other witnesses, Alberto Martínez Baca said he was in the Eighth Battalion, where you do not remember state.
I not only suffer from these shortcomings. Ventura Perez, honest man, secretary general of the Press Union that the military before the coup went down the door with bazooka shells and taking forever all typewriters and data cards with the members, can not remember the beloved Ventura
In that year Mendoza was born at the zoo a rare spawn child of a zebra and a donkey. Very ugly bug. Rare. Stripes to half of the body, from back to front (zebra) and the rest, donkey, identical to his father and fulero nosed. Was short lived but it appeared all the time in newspapers and TV. This was baptized a young man who came to the Lyceum insulting military. A rebel all. Unknown. Every time I entered the covered senior uniformed with armed escorts, "Cebroide" severely rebuked him and asked, "Why am I here? Decímelo you. What you believe, they will do with me what they like? No sir. Dale, talk? "He did not respond and, oh miracle, not kill him. Others, terrified by the reactions that could trigger "Cebroide" justificábamos saying it "is crazy" Somebody said maybe the truth: "It is a brave, express what we all think and remain silent. It is a brave and we a wimp "
Ventura
not remember the "Cebroide." One of the memories of those days, Alberto Martínez Baca, a kid at 74, says "Cebroide entered the Eighth, was never in the Lyceum." One day we saw him no more. In the years since its official summoned to see as many, never found on the street. God forbid you're alive brother Cebroide "with your enormous value. Ventura filed outside of the memory. No one knows why.
There are hundreds of stories that unfolded in that place of detention, truly "light" in comparison with others. Worked as a transit. Hence, some were released and others were referred to national criminal. It would be interesting to know how they contribute to those statements contained in this new record that is being formed. There were transfers to places where we were under interrogation that they had all the characteristics of a preamble squad: hands tied behind his back, bandage over his eyes and a hood over. Then came a long walk to a supposed trip ended in a wall and FAL projectiles, weapons carried by the soldiers who carried one, crossed the chest.
Some kids refused to eat and get up. Had to encourage them. Another urinated blood three days and nights by a knock received at the time of his arrest. There was always the thought that the release was immediate, "We have not done anything," asserted. And the days are getting longer made and hard. Today
joy, a little guilty, is to have survived. But there is anger, by the interruption of careers never recovered from retirement lean coming for that reason, and physical effects of some shocks, and psychological consequences. See those old men, generals, commissioners, in the dock, with their faces nonos good. Know they were responsible for crimes and prison sentences they fall, no consolation. Okay, but later, justice is coming. But still lacking.
On the street say that genocide is a legion of free coffee drinkers by normal people. Think no one remembers, no one registered. And they are responsible for disappearances and deaths. They are the "buttons" informers who were camouflaged in the media, a few still out there, which received very good police salaries, the SIDE, by sending to address colleagues, in most of the time with lies. The journalism of the 70 was very pure, very idealistic. Difficult for a type of those years, the story Mendoza, military in politics, in religion, a sect. We were not supporters or the bowling club in the neighborhood. The "Ortiva next to each other in the newsroom, sometimes with colleagues of the couple is not known if they were traitors or love, then they invented nonsense that the boys jumped prisoners during interrogations," ERP mail "as if the ERP with its compartments, with cells that are not linked to each other, he needed an email. They are also saddled third-bonding with the priests. Or they pointed to the women of those colleagues with a dishonest and lift or bounce them beat them. Quietly the "Batilana" once embedded in communities, government offices, in unions. They are also seen sometimes with parents or grandparents pristine beneficial "when I arrive? They talk about books, still extant, with the record of their collections, was good money.
In the street is going to fall too corrupt politicians. It is as if Justice had awakened from a slumber. Or run away for good management of federal judges when they denounced the disappearance of a human being and elements of a home's value responded: "Do you think this is a lost property office?" (Judge Romano).
But the street is an inspiration. Dream home. Discussed in the clubs that these jets, owners of hotels, service stations, farms, houses in the neighborhood Bombal on Fifth, in ghettos private, will also be sitting in the chair still warm from the genocidal Is it so?
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