I say this because in the branch of the Red Cross in Barranquilla more than 80 bags containing torn jeans and shoes with holes in the soles. One volunteer told me that "the clothes that serves neither has come to make a fire", so it's no wonder that when missing 5 pa 'the 12 looks a lot walking bottle in hand and in rags, as the doll burns himself on the eve of new year. The Red Cross has a policy of not giving away used clothing to the victims, precisely because so much spontaneous generosity decides to get rid of dirt, but the garbage continues to reach home, so they put a poster of "thanks-but-no-thanks" received Some volunteers and gives them the idea that daminificados already got plenty. In fact the only thing is there has been excess of useless objects. Most mattresses have arrived and they smell of urine stains, no blender cups cracked, useless toys, and all kinds of leftovers, remnants of civilization, or rather, our miserableza tests. In recent days and in different contexts, I have heard that the security situation in the town of Barranquilla will be increasingly difficult because, with 40% of the department deleted by the waters, most come to daminificados capital where everyone will have to apeñuzcarse yes or yes. I would be worried, if this is the way the city gets to his countrymen, they have every reason to be hostile. No one is easily adapted to a society that rejects him, and if we add the hunger and unemployment, which is coming is a natural increase in urban violence. Not if the case in other cities but I can not imagine so. In Colombia it is common to see the displaced they are treated like beggars, and while this equivalence is preserved in the imagination of a city there is no way to avoid social inequality. Military victories that we like to hold only a symptom of the problem solved Colombian root causes, however, remain intact. New Year's desire more trite and repeated in Colombia is "peace." Well, a peaceful society is built on tolerance and acceptance, so it's time for the cities are hospitable, although a little uncomfortable, because you can not have peace in a country that treats its victims as beggars. Do not remember what my first toy, but I remember with special fondness a yellow dump truck I had as toy hand mixer a child. He had even used as peeling paint. The truck was metal, not like the fag now built, and as he was not insured against all risks, I could not ever paint. My truck was average size, I estimate that half a foot, but as at that time was young and inexperienced, maybe they were more than sixty forty centimeters. The gearbox was synchronized (the brummm, brummm imitating me with his mouth, and as the dual-clutch did not know, for that, the gearbox was synchronized). One of the assignments I used to do with my truck was the distribution of packages of medicines in my mother's house next door (we all have a neighbor who for us is like a mother, and some you have a mother who is for you as a neighbor). At that time, there was no Oriental them to do hard manual labor for three, so this woman worked for a laboratory set up small packages of drugs at home. I, with my yellow dump truck carrying containers played unmounted from the industrial (storage) to the production line (patio). I do not know how it ended my yellow dump truck, perhaps his spirit resides now in a soda lime, but during the time it was my toy, I was very happy and I had a great time with him. I also had a robot that does not support energy efficiency, every time you light it lit up like a Christmas tree. For four basic movements: shook his head, shook hands, moving his feet and opened two gates of the chest that flashed like a casino in Las Vegas. He used two batteries of the fattest I had and when he came running out (which happened too often for my taste) began to move and sound like HAL 9000 when it was disconnected. In this toy was also the schism of the two Spains: Tent or Logo, Nancy "fat ankles" or Barbie "I can not see their feet," or Airganboys Famobil Clicks, or Geyperman Madelman, remote control cars (control cable) or drones (radio control). How stupid we were kids and had not yet been installed in our lives because we belong to one side, the other, or both and nothing happened. The divisions between Star Wars / Star Trek, PC / Mac or Playstation / Wii would come after the hand of the illiterate asshole fans turn. And I say with my heart in hand, with the intention of wanting to offend anyone. I had several Madelmanes and I think a couple of Geypermanes. Still be seen a doll that gets the forearm rotation had Madelman (sorry for the time being "fanatical illiterate asshole"). I had a Madelman browser, you got among the geraniums and pelargoniums of my grandmother, but I could not do much else with it. Was a scout