Zabo 's column
POLITICAL GOODBYE DAD And you where you were when the former president died?
Sos boy. Not only you're a kid but you're also quite vague. You're punk, you are against everything. Believe in anarchism because they believe in anything. The world is shit, no one and nothing will be able to change that. Hopelessness becomes your best friend, your ally. You think going to see bands who sing against the IMF are contributing to something, you belong to a resistance. I think that singing "Mr. Collection "are making a kind of declaration of principles until one day you realize that all that is foam, your default is functional to the system as critical. Rock your stars are closer to the bourgeois revolution. Everything you thought you belong fades and there you are you. Solito. In the middle of nowhere. At the end of your adolescence. Inevitably one looks for heroes, you need them to maintain hope in the balance of things, to believe that someone can fight the bad guys. Those bad that one came so easily identified. These bad they were always there, in power. I recently heard someone say it was the first time I felt that in the Pink House was not the enemy. And no, it was not.
My life went through the music. Or at least it was until the local scene started off and filled with kids who could afford instruments and clothing brands to the extent of the parent card. The end of the message in musicians heroes forced me to look elsewhere and so I know reporters, or rediscover others had forgotten. Hand in hand with these new heroes, soldiers fighting against the misinformation, became interested in was what really happened. It was no longer as before, and did not sing a song against imperialism and then I went to eat at Mc Donald. Now it made sense.
am a child of the 125, and as such, I feel as parents Cristina and Nestor politicians. I owe my passion not only to defend what I think ... but believe what I advocate. I have a deep affection for them because they have demonstrated it for us, for the kids, for those who filled the Moon. Also for giving me a piece of history to tell future generations that fascinated me when I hear talk of that place where we were all frozen waiting approval of the Equal Marriage Act, the exciting celebrations of the bicentenary of those March 24 memory filled with more and more friends that are lit every year, that historic media law I changed the head and gave me a vocation.
Today I write in a diary and it's something I never thought in my life. Next year if all goes well early career in journalism, and when he decided he had made clear that if the opportunity presented take advantage to thank the couple who made it possible that I had wanted to study and teach me, something very rare in my . Today, my gratitude is in tears. Tears I never imagined would encourage someone who came from that place where not long ago they were just "bad." always had a little cold relationship with my dad. So lift up in the same time was becoming a uncomfortable because of the silence. But since I discovered thanks to my "political father" that politics is not boring, that politics is passion, these silences were filled by long discussions of ideas. A while ago I said if I wanted to go to the square with him. Me is screaming that I rushed and I have to bring closure to this, but I think I did my old man inviting me to share this moment with him Do not you think? Thanks, Nestor. You do not worry about Mom Cristina we are going to look after, attend to enjoy the shower that you are doing the 30,000 colleagues who are happy to embrace. 
I'm all that and much more. But more importantly I am a person 
out: it is all they need.