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Obviously, if a scholar reads the title of laughter, but to me it is that Camelot has always sounded false, misleading. Not because the story itself, a thousand once played both in ancient times as today, books, poems, legends, movies, TV and even comics, if not by the characters historia.Pero we painted the Arthurian legends that have lots of fans who believe the kindness of his characters, who see all the wrongs that happen there is a code of "honor" when in reality they are a bunch of liars, repressed , vain and some more stuff. But let's see if one is saved from burning.

Merlin is a key figure in the whole mess. Is to blame for the birth of Arthur, using their good or bad art (which you never know what can come out of the union of a demon, Asmodeus, with a poor nun raped) with their goings makes his master: Pendragon (burning with mad passion for the wife of another king or count or not that thing), lie down, previously converted in the appearance of the lady's husband, and spend a crazy night with her. Arturito.Sigue born of this union a long history of wars, deaths, weddings and birth order. Merlin as the price of services takes the neo born to breed it is not exactly where ... but the breed well.

still the best known, the sword in the stone, Arthur, who takes or recovers, is acclaimed king and switched ... to continue with the battles. Between battles, throw here throw there; Arturo Morgana falls madly in love, unaware that his sister is half (much promiscuity by god) for that crazy night, caste comes to the greyhound, born a child. Merlin, who besides being a great scholar, versed in poetry, literature, a man of great kindness in the words of many, and who spoke with animals of the forest, with fairies, gnomes and the Dragon (Dragon word that keep my cave never mentioned it ) as separate, as I mentioned before, all that was clairvoyant and had the gift of seeing them come, go and tell that child to be born will be your downfall. And go Arthur, the king so admired, and not think of anything better than the 1st of May, scheduled for delivery, all children were born metieran in a boat and left to drift is not that foggy lake. Take gentlemanly gesture if ever there ...!!!. That the Arthurian May 1 is prescient ...

just saved a baby ... Who? ... Well yeah, the kid who wanted him dead, Mordred.

The thing is further complicated when the king wants to marry, rather Merlin wants to marry, and sought after bride. The choice is the arrogant Lady Geneva. Not very well that the name is presumptuous, but I've always fallen more fat that character that looks like a hot flies like a queen has to be. Follow
complication when Lancelot, another idiot that deserves a separate treaty, is in charge of carrying the healthy choice and save Camelot. How could it be otherwise, they fall in love. And here we are already into the disastrous outcome.

After a thousand intrigues, hundreds adventure, tournament after tournament. The Lancelot, who had taken a vow of chastity in honor of Geneva, and will have another crazy night, joe as they are, with the daughter of a king there. Upon waking, I think this time Morgan had something to do with it, horrified by what he has done and for bringing the colors of his lover in a tournament, he flees in terror. The Geneva catches a pissed as hell, and the poor and unhappy at being abandoned Elaine gets into a black boat and drifts for another lake with a letter for Lancelot (that corny all hell). Arturo

Morgana finds out what happened, there is a trial of Geneva are about to kill her ... but it appears that Lancelot saves and takes. Clearly I have not eaten at any time sexual intercourse. Arturo mad with rage and jealousy part in search and dies in the attempt. Meanwhile Mordred is the kingdom. Geneva to learn that her husband has died gets a nun, Lancelot died shortly after if not from pain or shame or what.

And Merlin? Some might wonder ... no, we can not forget Merlin, after all he is the cause of so much misery and folly. Well, in his old age and falls in love is such a Vivian. Smart girl who gets everything he wants to know about spells and stuff. And how does a smart girl you spell that leaves him forever imprisoned inside a tree in a forest of Brocelia or in a crystal palace underground according to the different versions, which can not leave but if it come and go. Gossips say that enclosed walk around yet.

and red bunting this story is over ... as the Rosary of dawn ... but it ended after all.

With the only characters that i have are: Morgana and Vivian ... at least they are the only ones that had the record straight ... the other ... so na na.

The picture that illustrates this great story is of a maid posing with some caballeroperdido armor, I hope that outfit was not Camelot, it's cool where it is taken ... lol.

And speaking of armor ... there by these virtual worlds a story: The Knight in Rusty Armor, to which I refer. In many places, taken as a self-help book, when there is more than a fun story and a writer of the late Groucho Marx. The story oozes machismo outdated and easy as pie, at least from my point of view. And what is more serious ... the knight kills dragon, and dragon embodies, once again, in the story the worst part of being human ... and not step out there.

If anyone wants to read the story just has to put the title on your browser and comes ... Rereading

writing I think I've spent tad with the Knight of ..., but what good is it being me and call things by their name or by I think that name should be given. Yeah, I am totally "politically incorrect"

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acknowledge that the songs of "Bukis" does not displease me at all but it's not my favorite genre. However, it is always a good time to listen and understand. I went to the prison in Puente Grande only with my eyes, my nose and my skin to know what it's like behind a fence and wait years to get out or maybe resigned to die there.

I went with 50 other people, a reporter asked me to cover the visit of the members of the commission for social rehabilitation, the prison in Puente Grande. Does the requirement? be dressed in black. A blue pen, a notebook is Italian, my tools, but not unique. I think my visual memory is why I see the portrait in words and sounds without recording so I did not feel naked to tell.

There are advantages that the tour of the prison was large, the deputies took drivers, secretaries and attachés cultural, so this gave me unnoticed.

Managers Social Rehabilitation Center guided the deputies and reporters. Part of the questions I heard after I got sick and started to look around. I spent this phenomenon was happening to me in elementary school, the teacher was talking and I looked at the ceiling to ask about how they built my school. So my eyes were opened to try to encapsulate the image of my first visit to the prison in Puente Grande.

first thing I saw was the white grass I thought, a mutant grass, a special grass in prison? No, the newly painted the taps left its mark on the grass. Evidence that prior to our visit improved the image of the place.
I stopped watching the ground and looked up. Around me men dressed in beige, each with different types of clothing, but everyone in that tone. Two inmates in the garden watered the roses. A Texas father walked beside his son was speaking as he gave an orange bag full of food.

My pupils recorded the meeting parental and elsewhere spoke of a physician shortfall of 30 doctors to the prison. "Follow" I went and followed the group that had crossed a courtyard where inmates. No one greeted, no one said "Excuse me" as subjects were invisible ghosts social, individual transparent. My mother often told me to open the doors of the world should remember the words "Hello, excuse me, please and thank you" so my years of conditioning and learning made me smile and say "Hi, excuse me," some others responded smiled greeting.

recognize that in that moment I thought how many here have committed a crime, killing someone, how many raped a woman here, beat children or trafficked in drugs, maybe here is the one who stole my car, my stereo, here is that one day my Dad kidnapped? Yes I thought that. It hurt to think and remember once when I was a victim or someone you love was robbed and kidnapped.

Remembering my Dad was what hurt me most and I isolated myself mentally. Later I think about my dad, a hard worker and respectful of human rights, he who nevertheless is always optimistic, in that moment I remembered what I had been taught "pris, we should not generalize" and so I did other questions how many of these are innocent, many of these men had no defense counsel, how many are scapegoats, how many are here because they have no money for food that is brought by hunger, how many here were deceived and made them the basis of torture to sign a plea of \u200b\u200b"guilty"?.

This second set of questions made me think that in fact is not good to generalize, my dad is right because if we generalize just look angle, condemn, label without giving people the opportunity to defend himself. Learn this lesson from my father has been key to my work as a reporter because if we lose we generalize journalists the opportunity to learn more humans.

After me these questions and listen to my dad in my imagination, I walked without tension understanding that Mexico is a complex full of "Other Notes" are not counted, stories ignored as those inside the prison in Puente Grande. In subsequent parts will tell you more about this visit, now I just wanted to make the heart full of emotions to let it rest and then write about the rooms, workshop, church, the terrace where prisoners meet their relatives ... I promise you I'll tell you.

bukis What about what they have to do with it? how could it know to use recorder and the sounds are important part of the stories I tell. He walked with his head down on the side of the football field, in that I saw a man sitting on a herring trying Take notes of a song, quickly looked at the book "Easy Guitar" and the page read: Name of Song: "I am alone". Author: Marco Antonio Solis and Los Bukis. That would be the song that will illustrate this day with that tune you can travel to the Centre for Social Rehabilitation of the State of Jalisco.

I'll leave the track, that this man was trying to sprout a prisoner of his guitar. Do not discriminate genre, listen and think about this man dressed in beige that followed each chord.

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I refuse to die.

Last year I read and hear the urgency in different forums that we should journalists use social networks because otherwise die. I'm afraid to die so young and with so many things to do and want to do them, I prefer to find a kind of fountain of youth. Everything indicates that joining social networks and start a blog is a way to continue living as a reporter, though I would add that it takes passion and many to continue in this vocation.

The thorn to open a blog was a long time. Sometimes you know you have to do something and not doing it for laziness or backlog, but there comes a moment and this is the day. This is the first entry on a blog that aims to be an inclusive view of information.

Here I want to tell more directly what I do, what I write and investigate. This is a blog to know what you think about the issues that board, what worries you, what do you suggest or think those points should be included in the investigations conducted.

With that of the specialists and analysts say if a journalist does not use social networks is sentenced to death slowly, I decided to fully integrate technology reportorial exercise. The first example occurred when I interviewed me via Facebook to patent Conrad Sayleri, a Haitian who lives in Guadalajara, her brother sent a letter through the Red Cross to say he had survived the earthquake. Conrad tried to find different ways to interview, I called his cell phone and searched but it was impossible. It occurred to me to type his name on Facebook and after they accepted my friendship, I interviewed him in the caralibro via chat.

The second time I used the social networks as a tool to report, I noticed that a friend had joined the group "I do respect pedestrians and special people" decided to click and here the story begins. More than 1700 people are united in this cause. I emailed the creator of this idea, Jonadab Martínez García and acknowledge that when I met him in automatically, I knew it was good news that deserved to be told.

As a reporter I have to walk and run many times to be on time for a press conference or the means to give the report. Line crossing for pedestrians is complicated, I recognize that more than I've ever beaten motorist's chest asking him to do to back, or told "You know the color yellow?, introduce him and here is this way I do."

Not only that, in supermarkets, shopping malls and government offices spaces for people with disabilities are respected. Also, more than I have ever angry and confronted with those who do not respect the drawers for people with disabilities. That is why the Facebook group opened seemed to me that united Jonadab these two subjects that interest me as a reporter.
Jonadab interviewed and discussed his plans to stick stickers with the legend "I do respect", Sunday May 9, these unknown joined the network to raise awareness among motorists.

is true, as journalists we have a lot of bad news, fill in the gaps of information that leaves the liver and head bleeding burning with rage, but it is also necessary to look at those efforts that make citizens to search the country to change, even for many minimum actions are stories that deserve to be told they are the "Other Note" . This is my first blog entry because I refuse to die so young. I'll leave the review, I hope your comments.


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also included the first interview I did with Jonadab Martínez García.