Sometimes I can not believe what I find in each adventure is real journalism. But so .
This research was published Friday in which he addressed an issue that for many remote and the only plausible argument for a science fiction movie, and arouse more of a concern in several districts: sale, or direct removal, fresh water from foreign ships .
Notification of a new complaint, and a series of records that documented in a previous note I published in 2010, I again put on an issue that touches himself to provinces like Santa Fe and Entre Rios.
In parallel, noticed the unusual statements Patagonian governor Miguel Saiz, who does not rule market the Black River flow .
And what is more surprising: the decision of a governmental entity in the province of Misiones, in short, advance and subsequent packaging Rainwater sale .
The full story here: Thirst Argentina: foreign ships carry fresh water and a province moves to sell its rain Go
thanks for the friends of Radio Mitre Cordoba, who had the contact gesture to broaden the scope of this air that many now see as an interesting business.
San Pablo, Brazil. October 28, 2010. Unforgettable.
A fragment of another investigation that closed this week on the indiscriminate process of "denationalization" of land that is happening in Argentina.
In this case, the affected area is the Peninsula Valdés, Chubut, Natural Heritage Site since 1999 by Unesco.
A reason for today fetches $ 360 an acre in one of the few sites declared by Unesco in 1999 as a Natural Heritage Site.
Considered the main sanctuary for whales in Latin America, and nature reserves most important of Argentina, Peninsula Valdes, Chubut, silently, but has changed constantly, moreover, another point of reference for foreigners to acquire land in the country.
Hence in the last few days various political blocs of the Patagonian province reported the purchase of fields in the area through the figure of corporations. But is not the only concern: according to this media sources stated legislative and local journalists, subsequent investments would be borne by British capital the most.
The full story here: British buy land at bargain prices in the whale sanctuary
Cry. It rains. Water on Route 12. A car that crosses his knees, smiling Flenche wet stream. And the sun, rebel, running away from the cobwebs simulates an avid sky dismissed. Trees. Food stand at the foot of crumbling collective ... depleted timber loaded with so much poverty ...
to Ceiba. "Ana does not sleep, cries a voice hidden in the wings of a sparrow beaten by the wind. And the Paraná. With its source of blood with clay. Boats full of logs. Smell the perfume of the bait: brown, chicken guts, bream, beetles and frogs. Everything is born: at the foot of a tapestry of scars warm liquid emerald.
The entrerriana.
dreams hurt when someone wakes us up before the end ...
And the emptiness. The immensity. The silence of forests and a meadow dancing legs devoid of the cross. Female horse. Middle child in a straw hat hitch. Sobbing in the sky on the windshield of my astonishment. A yellow clouds laugh ... and wild promises: two noons embraced another bird do not know.
"And to think ..." ponders the O'Connor's throat, while a silver hammer decapitates the pavement and spits saliva on the saliva. Laguna Lake. Irupé covered pools. "That thing could be ... you dragged this time ...". And melt my eyes in front of the sanctuary of Gilda. Rotten wreath dialogue oxide sheet just breathe and wait. The idea of \u200b\u200bstaying through the objects. Unexpected shock to the pain of others ... Someone
blurs my shadow ...
ever ...
Rest your hands comfortably on a wicker basket in the Parador Ceibas Terminal. Route 14. Department Gualeguaychú. Tire Repair soaked gravel disguised. Eucalyptus, without underwear, trembling under a light crust of selfishness. Gloomy gate of mold fungus and misgivings sentinel curiosity of all anxiety stock.
Entre Rios. "Giving is giving," Fito Paez risk. And the smoke of a truck tells me about Uruguayan blades; of skin impenetrable trail falters in Brazil. Caldenes. Piquillines. Another arm with a tattoo of fresh water. White ducks do not deny their rides without a clock. Horses and a child who whip through his fingers, the chewing indifferent watching the herd ... from a road that never appeared in a map ...
"Giving is giving ... and do not look at her and how they act. Dar es give ... and not telling anyone to stay or run away ... "
The absurdity of the claims ... Two sheep
swim in the grass burned. Red. Supplicant. Grill: lunchtime. Choripan and crane sunk into a mud that seems to forget the bitter breath of the clouds. "Winners defeated." Winners losers. Patricio Rey and Ricotta Redonditos forgot to explain that there are paradoxes: the world is a quartz crystal carved by the disorder. "I sell piglets and lambs." Km 30. Blue Marble bus, painted glass eyes and eyelashes. Salame. Artisan cheese. Soybean fields that test a golden melody between sharp and beans beans adolescents.
"Southern Caribbean." Bar-Pool-"Companies." Cabaret thick plaster and roof secured with bricks stolen less talkative neighbor. Shrines to the dead in front of the rooms. Wooden cross copper. Lightning rod for those who fear the loss of voice of the earth. Via Crucis Gualeguaychú. Net bags and a thousand oranges that circumvent the seams of a flickering screen. Sweet and juicy stream "Gualey." Black spiders, giants, applauded the passage of a traveler who never learn to live close to the ground ...
The entrerriana.
Back view ...
Gualeguaychú River. Camino rising to evaporate the foliage. Monte rough. Wood sullen. Dura. Rebelde. Brown urine, rolling between the bellows of a cannon haughty; refuge for those fish that lie stone ... invent a nickname that does not get old ...
And a policeman: "love." Phrases that are kicking each other, ears fantasies of 40 years to forget, skin hit by the humid air. Dry mouth truncated laughter. Swollen belly after a uniform olive green dyed liar. Remove
...
Tala. Sawmills. Entre Rios. Litter dies, no prayers, as the sun sinks look ... Share distracted playing the relentless cruelty of an ax ... Evening. The sky is open. Open. Open. Between pink and purple clouds. Flashing lights and burning viscous enemy of consciousness, that covers the body, stabbed breathing. Falls. The evening falls. And those trucks that do not rest their backs of cereal ... Squeeze a destination known to Rio Mirage ... Photo
to sing ...
Finally: an unexpected spot. Pretending to be an alligator's jaws gaping, winking an eyelid from the sky. The wind and smells like ripe fruit. A citrus plant hangs still in love with the ants. Sawdust.
The entrerriana. For
when our voices are off ...
rarely-in fact, I never-roll in this content area of \u200b\u200bjournalism I run daily. But last time I come to believe that it is time to change some things. Above all, to avoid some surprises to the one above many times by chance. The last case occurred during the first week of February.
What happened? I conducted and published research on the indiscriminate sale of land in strategic areas of Patagonia . That is, those extensions territory that are defined as areas of border issues ... obvious.
What does my research? That at various points in Santa Cruz, Chubut, Neuquén River Black and acres offered at prices that start from the 96 pesos unit. In dollar terms, about 24 hectare.
spaces offered, most are public lands, so marketing responsibility lies with the municipal and provincial governments.
also told the case of British businessman Joe Lewis , in addition to controlling all access to Lake Escondido (totally illegal, While supported by some officials Río Negro), built in Sierra Grande and landlocked Argentino an airstrip above the Bariloche airport.
The track, although it has the unusual endorsement of the Ministry of Defence, was denounced by ARI and South games for alleged clandestine flights to Falkland .
The original note on this link: in key areas of Patagonia, the land is sold at prices lower than the fee for a gym
So far, everything finalized by this server. The interesting thing came a week later.
A daily competition not only copied and pasted the article . But also did misplacing the source-as usual-but the wave of critical comments in a correction term derived half.
But this is often so filthy that common journalistic practice in Argentina, led to somewhat more opaque: the newspaper used my research as a trigger and argument to criticize the national government . More specifically, the late former President Nestor Kirchner.
Thus from one day to another who writes here ended up being an angry critic of the Kirchner administration ... without knowing it.
Anyway, worth a mention and clarification. The first article took as its own the newspaper in question can watch it here: In Patagonia, a hectare costs less than the quota of a gym.
And this is the note, malicious and based on my research, shooting with normal ammunition to the government: Patagonia, cap: purchases of Kirchner and Lazaro Baez
A careful, guys . Crime is inside, not outside .
