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A truth is that no I remember the month (it will have been February or March 1973) and neither does the name of the Uruguayan journalist whom I gave a very fat text with news about the cruelties of the Brazilian dictatorship of that time, so that he would distribute it by newspapers around the world.
When he finished reading it, he asked me what I would do in Buenos Aires. I replied that I would try to sell items and reports to Brazil, and then he said: There is a compatriot of mine who will present a magazine, maybe you achieve something with him
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The compatriot was Eduardo Galeano, and the magazine was Crisis, launched in May 1973, which quickly transformed into the most important cultural publication of half a century in Latin America,
Those who say that Galeano and I were friends are wrong.
We were, it’s true, but for four or five months at most.
I soon realized that he was the older brother who did not give me my parents, but life.
Since we approached – and I’m talking about 1973, read more than 50 years – my life raised flight.
It seems absurd to mention that today 10 years of the only trip without return of that tireless traveler are turned.
I will not call to tell things or ask things, as I did when I knew about his departure.
I’m going to sit calmly, ask for a good wine and provide for all that life that he taught me to see and live.
