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TANGLED SYNAPSES
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How Neuroscience and Resilience
Overcome Depression
IGNACIO SANABRIA, M.Ed.
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Kirkland, Washington, USA, July 2008
ISBN 978-0615-19964- 1
Copyright ©. Tangled Synapses. Ignacio
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
INTRODUCTION……………………………….. Page i
CHAPTER ONE…………………………………. Page 1
When The Going Gets Tough
CHAPTER TWO………………………………… Page 70
Inside the Brain
CHAPTER THREE………………………………Page 102
The Emotional Environment Within
CHAPTER FOUR……………………………….. Page 138
Character and Personality as Potential Indicators
to Possibly Developing A Mental Disorder
CHAPTER FIVE…………………………………Page 174
Where and How Are We At Risk of Developing
Mental Disorders And What To Do About It
CHAPTER SIX………………………………….. Page 239
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The Hurdles To Change: Overcoming Dysfunctional
Cognitive Processes
CHAPTER SEVEN………………………………Page 276
A New Lease on Life: How Neuroscience and
Resilience Overcame My Depression
APPENDIX…………...…………………………Page 310
GLOSSARY OF TERMS……………………….. Page 345
SUGGESTED READINGS……………………... Page 368
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DEDICATION
I dedicate this book to the memory of my beloved
brother, Alberto Sanabria, M.D. Had I known twenty
years ago what I know today, I believe that he and I
would still be enjoying life together. My brother was a
brilliant young medical doctor who possessed
everything a human being could want: intelligence, good
looks, a passion for life, and a noble career caring for
people. He succumbed to a disease that could have been
prevented: alcoholism. At only 30 years old, Alberto was
the victim of a drunk driving accident. Like any
addiction, timely intervention can help one overcome
alcoholism.
I dedicate this book to my mother Azucena, who was the
force behind my recovery. Because of her existence, I did
not commit suicide; my sister Susy, who is my partner;
my niece Pilar, of whose accomplishments I am very
proud; my nephew Albertico, who someday will walk
on the career path of his late father; and my friend
Shawn—we see the world with the same glasses.
This is also dedicated to my muse Simone, my samba
dancing partner (we still need to practice), who engages
with me in meaningful and meaningless pursuits, and
who unconditionally remained at my side when the
going really got tough. Simone has shown me the bright
side of life.
This book is also dedicated to the millions of people
whose lives will be touched, at one time or another, by
depression, stress, anxiety, anger, phobias, substance
addictions, seasonal affective disorder, and other vitality-
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sapping mental illnesses. I hope that this book offers
some aid in alleviating their pain and suffering.
Lastly and foremost, this book is dedicated to the Mercy
of God. He made my recovery possible and from now
on, whatever happens or does not happen in my life is
because of His Merciful Will.
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INTRODUCTION
“...The individual is an apprentice
and pain is its master. Nobody
knows himself until he has
suffered…” Alfredo de Musset
“The impaired, distorted ‘reality’ I am
accustomed to experiencing is in full
force. As has been its habit over the last
six years, my depression episode has
taken on a life of its own. It usually
lasts for about two or three hours,
during which feelings of powerlessness,
a sense of discomfort, and unreality
take over—as if I am not here, yet
nowhere—but wanting to be
somewhere. Such confusion dominates
the mind. A feeling that you do not
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exist as a human being; yet you
breathe. You look, but you do not see;
you do not want to be, but you are.
You try desperately to feel in the
present, but it is as if you are leaving
the scene of life. You are being taken
away from reality, indeed, from the
world. Of course, you hate it you really
hate these feelings. A lot of thoughts
and emotions come to mind. The most
fervent one is that this torture ends
right here, right now. But it does not.
Time, then becomes your master. You
feel that time never passes. Seconds,
minutes, hours, and days become
eternal. Agony, yes, agony, is the best
word to describe this. You give up on
yourself, you give up on life, you care
about nothing and you doubt anyone
cares about you...”
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The above mental and physical
states were my constant companion
for many years. They became my
existence until I made a
commitment to turn things around.
I was not willing to continue
wasting my life away to the
relentless disorder known as
depression.
After years of enduring a collection
of mental disorders, studying their
neurobiology, and making
dramatic lifestyle changes, I found
a secret to beat them. Inherent in
the concept that we are “biological
machines with consciousness” is
the truth that we are made to
perish. We are made of cells, and
cells have a life span. Individuals
commonly want this biological
machine with consciousness to persist
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indefinitely in the healthiest and
most balanced mental and physical
conditions.
This is a tall order indeed. Disease,
illness, and decay emerge at the
cellular level. There is an
immensely complex interplay of a
vast number of cellular functions,
the proper functioning of which is
as fundamental to human life as air
is to the lungs. Malfunctioning at
the cellular level can manifest as
disease, degeneration, and
suffering. Happiness, true
happiness, is the absence of
disease, suffering, or degeneration.
However, people with severe
physical and mental limitations
have learned how to be happy
despite their limitations.
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Individuals have a natural drive to
seek and attain happiness.
However, there are strong cultural
influences that shape what defines
happiness for each individual. The
Roman Empire, for instance, used
six months of public entertainment
in the ’coliseum’s arena to keep the
people distracted, and sufficiently
‘happy,’ to avoid revolt. This sense
of happiness or contentment can
keep a population engaged with
cultural developments, facilitating
further progress of the society as a
whole.
In modern America, happiness is
tied to fulfillment of the “American
Dream.” The media displays an
unattainable standard of “success,”
and Americans line up and pay for
a glimpse of it. However, lack of
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fulfillment of basic needs, illness,
and emotional shortcomings can
defy happiness at its very core. The
prevalence of disorders like
depression skyrockets in
populations where physical and
emotional needs are not being met.
To get the upper hand on my
symptoms of depression, I applied
good management practices and
skills from my professional career. I
once believed illness was the
exclusive domain of doctors and
hospitals. In my prior experience,
dealing with an illness had meant
going to the doctor or hospital,
following the prescribed medical
treatment, and then returning
home to continue life as usual.
Through my ordeal with
depression, I discovered that while
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medicine offers important healing
potential, we have the ability to
become self-empowered. It is
possible to take greater
responsibility for our own
behavior, even guiding our own
brains to overcome dysfunctional
environments.
The realization that the experience
of happiness is fundamentally a
biochemical process can be awe-
inspiring. The biology of emotion,
and happiness in particular, is an
ongoing active area of
psychological neuroscientific
research. Nonetheless, evidence for
an organic basis of one’s basic
sense of well-being is clear.
Brain cells, called neurons, interact
through chemical and electrical
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connections called synapses.
Chemical inter-cellular
communication through chemical
synapses in the nervous system
(i.e., the brain, spinal cord, and
peripheral nerves) involves the
release of compounds called
neurotransmitters and
neuromodulators. These affect the
neurons through specific receptors.
Indeed, psychoactive drugs,
including many used to treat
psychiatric illnesses such as
schizophrenia and depression,
affect levels of neurotransmitters or
directly affect neurotransmitter
receptors.
The ability of brain cells to initiate
and respond to chemical signaling
involves the opening and closing of
channels. These channels allow
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charged atoms, called ions, to flow
in and out of cells and subcellular
compartments. Likewise, electrical
synapses involve the flow of ions
through specialized channels
formed by gap junctions.
The most important ions in brain
cell physiological processes include
sodium, (Na+), potassium (K+),
calcium, (Ca2+), and chloride, (Cl-).
The charged nature of these ions
means that they transfer electrical
current as they flow. Thus, the
fluxes of these ions provide and
cause the fundamental electrical
processes of brain cells. Abnormal,
or “tangled,” electro-chemical
activity in the brain can result in
cognitive and emotional
disturbances. Together with a
common sense approach and lots
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of resilience, neuroscience provides
clues for “untangling” the
offending neurons.
Individuals have long sought
emotional easement through
attainment of balance. Such a
balance has been ideally
exemplified by the ability to attain
a “zero state,” an instant of
complete and total ‘rest’ of the
mind and body. These optimal
states, and the strategies to attain
them—including mediation,
exercise, and healthy lifestyle—are
discussed throughout this book.
The elusive sense of happiness is
inextricably linked to a healthy
lifestyle. It can be attained by
maintaining balance in the three
daily life cycles, namely 1. rest/
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activity, 2. sleep/wake, and 3.
diet/metabolism.
Research at The National Institute
of Mental Health (NIMH) estimates
that close to half of the US
population will develop a
psychological disorder at some
point in life. ‘Psychological
disorder’ is a broad term describing
a wide spectrum of brain chemistry
dysfunctions (from mild to severe).
Hence, a vast number of people are
vulnerable to experiencing
potentially devastating mental
disorders. Depression is the most
well known among these disorders.
In this book, I share a recollection
of events that ensued after
depression sapped me of my desire
to live. I have focused on mental
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diseases, or brain disorders, in this
work because this was my burden
to bear. Through the suffering,
suicide attempts, therapies, and
disappointments, my underlying
hope of recovering my zest for life
drove me to study neuroscience.
Neuroscience, as we’ve mentioned,
is the science that encompasses
studies of brain function and
malfunction, and how brain cells
(neurons) communicate with one
another through synapses, that
when tangled, can produce mental
disorders.
Mental disorders and the
behavioral problems that
accompany them result from
dysfunctional brain chemistry.
Dysfunctional brain chemistry
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results when brain cells fail to do
their job, affecting one or more
brain systems.
Numerous brain regions and
circuits have been specifically
implicated in mental disorders.
These include the pre-frontal
cortex, thalamus, hypothalamus,
nucleus accumbens, amygdala,
hippocampus, and insular cortex.
The brain is also sensitive to
information from the body; it does
more than just responding to
information within itself.
Hormones in the body and
chemicals that can cross the blood-
brain barrier, including steroid
hormones and glucose (the
fundamental unit of cellular energy
metabolism), can affect brain states.
Ascending and descending cranial
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nerves relay electrical signals,
coded messages to the brain, that
concern the body’s state.
Neuroendocrine activity—the
hormones like estrogen,
testosterone, and others—will also
affect emotions and body state.
Brain chemistry dysfunction is
rooted in two potential sources:
1. Genetic predisposition to
develop a disorder.
2. A maladaptive interaction
between the individual’s internal
and external environments. These
manifest as neurobiological and
behavioral dysfunction.
Although genetics may play an
important role in the development
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of mental illness, the focus of the
book is on the role of intentional or
voluntary behavior. An individual
has little control over their genetic
predispositions. However, each of
us can have a great influence over
environmental factors and habits,
including nutrition, activity level,
and behavioral pursuits.
Human behavior, intentional or
unintentional, may facilitate the
development of brain malfunctions
that develop into mental disorders.
Common disorders in mental
health include depression, anxiety,
chronic stress, panic, phobias,
addictions, and eating disorders.
However, these are influenced
heavily by ‘nurture’ and the
environment a person grows up
and lives in. This creates the old
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‘chicken and egg’ conundrum. That
is, does human behavior cause
dysfunctional brain chemistry, or
do failed neural synapses cause the
dysfunctional chemistry and
destructive behavior?
Indeed, there is evidence for both.
For example, a negative experience
could have an impact on the brain’s
makeup, such as in the Post-
Traumatic Stress Disorder suffered
by war veterans. Trauma can, and
does, change the brain. On the
other hand, abnormal secretion or
activity of neurochemicals can
disrupt neuronal activity in a way
that manifests itself in one’s
behavior. A vicious cycle of
dysfunctionality could develop
from either possibility, and take the
victim on a mental roller coaster.
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One’s environment may offer
protection or enable such a cycle.
The brain, behavior, and the
environment interact and depend
on one another. The environment
and behavior can protect and
nurture brain chemistry in a
positive relationship. However, in
negative or extremely bleak
environments, mental illness can be
fostered. Without a clear
understanding of how these factors
interact, we are ill-equipped to
make good decisions. In the worst
case scenario, people may give up
caring about themselves and fail to
develop the skills or desire to care
for others. Individuals suffering
from addictions, such as alcoholics,
compulsive eaters, and out-of-
control gamblers, may have
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damaged or altered the brain
chemistry guiding their decision
making (probably in the pre-frontal
cortex, where decisions are made).
There may have been a genetic
predisposition to develop the
addictive behavioral pattern.
However, healing, and prevention
from these devastating illnesses
requires mastering the interaction
between brain, behavior, and the
environment. A basic knowledge
and understanding on how the
brain functions could keep the
“wrong” genes from combining
with the “wrong” behavior.
This book intends to demonstrate
that we as individuals have the
responsibility to guide our own
behavior, and to overcome our
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dysfunctional environments in as
much as it is possible. I decided to
make my experience public in an
effort to reach out to the millions of
others who have or may suffer
from mental disease as I did. This
account may be useful not only to
those who walk the thorny path of
solving ordeals like mine, but may
also prevent others from
developing such imbalances in the
first place. I hope my experience
may help those desperately
searching for relief from these life-
shattering disorders.
It seems that only a small
percentage of people live a
wonderful life: those who have
managed to control their
environments. Perhaps this is why
so many follow the lives of the
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privileged, while being resigned to
live their own lives ‘as is.’ Those
who constantly struggle to keep
up, to hold on, and to survive may
never be happy because they do
not govern their environments,
their brains, or their behavior
effectively. I posit that the mass
failure of people to take an active
role in controlling their
environments has contributed to
the 25 million or more depressed
Americans and 500 million
depressed people worldwide. Some
may choose to passively endure
their suffering, perhaps out of
habit, without actively seeking
resolution.
I caution against using ‘exceptional
cases’ as excuses for maintaining
an unhealthful lifestyle. For
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example, I have a 64-year-old
friend who indulges in
carbohydrates and red meat, drinks
beer regularly, loves salty foods,
does not drink water or eat fruits,
vegetables, fish, or grains. Despite
his poor eating habits, he remains
energetic and maintains a healthy
weight, blood pressure, and
cholesterol levels. He may have a
genetic advantage. However, for
most, a lifetime of poor nutrition
habits is likely to have dire
consequences.
I define my zero theory for
happiness as: “the mental and
physical states of experiencing the
present moment, , where nothing is
desired and plenty is experienced; a
state of wholeness.”
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Accordingly, people who are aware
of their own behavioral, biological,
and environmental vulnerabilities
can take full responsibility for their
actions and may indulge in actively
guiding their lives. As of the
completion of writing this book,
July 2008, I am making substantial
progress toward healing. I have
learned not to let my guard down;
otherwise my mental disorders
return with a vengeance. I take
responsibility for my own well-
being, walking a razor’s edge to
keep the vicious circle at bay.
Mental disorders are relentless in
inflicting misery on those
unfortunate enough to experience
them. We, the sufferers, must be
more resilient than our disorders,
empowering ourselves to prevail.
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THE OXYTOCIN WOMAN
BY
IGNACIO SANABRIA, M.Ed.
ISBN 978-1456473875
Copyright ©. The Oxytocin Women.
Ignacio Sanabria, M.Ed., Author, 2011.
All rights reserved. This book is
protected by copyright. No parts of
this book may be reproduced in any
form or by any means, including
photocopying, or utilized by any
information storage and retrieval
system without writing permission
from the copyright holder.
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Chapter One
Astrid woke up very tired,
lethargic, and unmotivated. Astrid
was depressed. She had been
depressed for several years. At the
peak of it, she wanted to commit
suicide. She hardly slept, just a few
hours a day. She ate all the time,
and spent her days lying in bed
watching television, hooked on
silly soap operas. She used to hate
watching TV, but now she seemed
glued to the television.
As a result of eating too much,
watching too much television and
constantly having irrational
thoughts, Astrid ended up looking
and feeling like a ”cow in a bed,”
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as her cruel neighbors once called
her.
But she could not get out of
bed. Her legs refused to obey her.
She was too heavy and too weak. A
person usually gets out of bed to go
to the bathroom, and most likely to
go to work. Astrid did not even
bother.
She did her toiletry needs in
bed, and she could have cared less.
Sometimes she was aware of that,
sometimes not. She had become the
living dead.
At her forty-two years of age,
Astrid was wasting herself away.
Ten years before, Astrid had
been a very successful and
powerful woman, a well-known
scientist, dedicated to her research
in neurobiology. She was a leading
authority in the research of
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Alzheimer’s, as well as mental
disorders such as depression—the
very same disorder she was now
suffering from. At the age of
twenty-eight, she went to Germany
to carry out research at the
prestigious Max Planck Institute in
Munich. She took her savings and
left for Germany.
She had always wanted to
travel, to see the world, and
perhaps to find a man—a nice man,
with blue or green eyes, but never
brown. She was absolutely and
completely sure she wanted a man
with blue or green eyes, like those
she saw in fashion magazines and
in the movies.
When she arrived in Germany
from her native South American
country, she felt like the female
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Christopher Columbus discovering
new worlds.
Astrid also soon discovered that in
order to fully live in the
enchantment of her new country,
she would have to have lots and
lots of Euros, which she did not
have. But she figured that if she
could become a renowned scientist,
she could have the type of lifestyle
she always wanted—including a
man with blue or green eyes, but
never brown.
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Astrid grew up on her father’s
ranch, the Sochagota Fazenda1.
At first, Dr. Guerrero was an
attorney who could not distinguish
a cow from a sheep. The majestic
zebu cattle fascinated him with
1 Ranch
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their humped backs. Back then, he
would have never thought of
crossing cold and hot climate cattle.
The result was the Siboney bull,
very common in Cuba, and a
successful career as a cattle rancher.
With years of dedication and effort,
he became a sophisticated cattle
breeder. His bulls were very
expensive, and were used to
inseminate cows in the region to
improve the livestock, as well as
supply the most delicious beef for
churrascarias2. Some of these bulls
looked more like elephants,
weighing close to a ton. He also
bred paso fino horses, similar to the
Andalucía horses from Spain.
On the ranch, Astrid grew up
with Maria José, the daughter of
2 Steakhouses
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José Martinez, the ranch foreman
who worked alongside his wife,
Maria. José Martinez was an honest
hard working farmer, young and
vigorous When Dr. Guerrero
visited the ranch, he always
brought little Astrid along with
him to teach her the ranch work
and familiarize her with the
animals. Maria Jose was always the
not-so-silent shadow next to
Astrid, soaking up the information
as Dr. Guerrero answered Astrid’s
many questions. Someday, he
wanted little Astrid to take over the
ranch and continue with his cattle
breeding tradition. In the
meantime, Astrid attended primary
school at the nearby village.
Doña Beatriz, Astrid's mother,
was a city woman, who never liked
to visit the ranch. She hated the
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smell of the cattle, the humid heat,
and the mosquitoes. Instead, she
preferred to remain in the city
shopping and spending afternoon’s
fofoqueando3 with her friends.
The lack of interest Doña
Beatriz held towards country living
greatly bothered Dr. Guerrero, who
always visited his ranch without
her. As you can imagine, he began
feeling lonely. His companion was
Astrid, who loved traveling along
with her father.
Doña Beatriz was a very
meticulous woman, who was
obsessed with cleanliness and
loved to have her house looking
like a royal palace. Dr. Guerrero
usually arrived home from his
3 Gossiping
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ranch with his boots covered with
cow manure. He sometimes sat in
the stylish living room, staining the
expensive Persian rug. Doña
Beatriz went ballistic when this
happened.
Dr. Guerrero loved to leave his
cuecas4 scattered all over the
bathroom. Perhaps Dr. Guerrero
did this on purpose just to annoy
her, or maybe this was a way to get
even, as Doña Beatriz loved to
lecture him on minor annoyances
like cleaning his teeth with his
fingernails instead of using a
toothbrush. Doña Beatriz could not
understand, much less accept, that
her cultured husband—he had
studied in England after all—could
4 Men's underwear
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behave in such a disgusting
manner.
Doña Beatriz had white skin;
she was a little chubby, and stood
at a height of 5’5’’, with blond hair
and blue eyes. She was always
concerned with the way she
looked, she was always groomed,
and she loved to have friends and
guests over to her house. She loved
to visit museums, art galleries, and
attend the movies. She
remembered one day she went to
Galleria Portofino in the Avenida
Paulista in Sao Paulo to see the
exposition of a famed Colombian
painter, Fernando Botero.
Her friend, Tainah, was with
her at the art display. For some
reason, Botero’s picture of Âlta
Sociedad resembled Doña Beatriz’s
more curvaceous figure. When
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Tainah saw the picture she asked
Doña Beatriz: “Did you pose for
Fernando Botero?” Unfortunately,
Doña Beatriz did not think that was
funny.
Lying at the core of her
vainness and secret feelings of
inadequacy was Doña Beatriz’s not
so secret love of being a socialite
who lived for fofoqueando with her
numerous friends and
acquaintance within the upper
crust of society. Dr. Guerrero hated
this. He was a refined man,
although in his house he behaved
like an immature, spoiled child.
Their neighbors called Doña
Beatriz “Beatriz la emperifollada5.”
5 Someone who likes to overdress, like
Michael Jackson or Elvis Presley in his sequin
jumpsuit and cape.
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On the contrary, Dr. Guerrero
always dressed like a “filipichin6.”
Dr. Guerrero began spending
more time at his ranch, as things in
his house were not pretty like a
rose garden. After all, he took pride
in his animals and his
surroundings, and he enjoyed the
tranquility and peace of mind his
ranch always provided him. At his
ranch, he felt like a feudal lord
where he had absolute control over
his employees and over his beloved
animals. He loved to ride Don
Pablo, his six-year old paso fino
horse, which was a grand
champion in local contests several
times.
6 A very stylish, wealthy, and conservative
way of dressing. Exudes power.
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Onix, the black Labrador, could
always be found at his side. Dr.
Guerrero was also a talented guitar
player and singer. He loved to
sleep in his hammock after the sun
set, but some nights he sang. His
servants were delighted to hear
him sing, especially after a day of
hard labor at the ranch. Maria,
José’s wife, was transported to the
moon when she heard him singing
and playing. His voice was music
to her ears. And Dr. Guerrero was a
handsome man, very charming and
polite. He looked a little bit like the
Hollywood legend, Henry Fonda.
It was no coincidence that Astrid
slightly resembled his daughter,
actress Jane Fonda.
* * * *
Dr. Guerrero was an avid
swimmer and fisherman, and he
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had plenty of water to do both. The
Susacon River, with its crystalline
waters, crossed his ranch. He used
to spend a great deal of time at the
magnificent waterfall, where the
river formed as the water fell from
the mountain. The water made a
tremendous amount of noise when
it hit the bottom. Dr. Guerrero
loved to engage in long sessions of
meditation, yoga, and relaxation at
his cascade.
It was absolute heaven, and he
was very protective of his place of
solitude, even requiring authorized
visits. Dr. Guerrero developed a
meditation technique that consisted
of spending an inordinate amount
of time lying in the grass next to his
waterfall, looking at the trees,
listening to the chatter of the birds,
the macaques, and other wild
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critters. It effectively cleared his
mind and he loved the feeling.
One Thursday afternoon,
Dr. Guerrero went to his cascade
for his daily meditation session. All
of the sudden he saw Maria, José’s
wife, washing clothes in the river.
He was surprised.
He asked her, "What are you
doing here?"
Maria replied, "Excuse me,
Doctor, but the washing machine at
the house is not working, so I had
no choice but to come here."
"You know that I do not want
anyone here, much less someone
washing clothes and polluting the
river," replied Dr. Guerrero.
"Yes, Doctor I am aware of that.
I am finishing and leaving right
now," Maria replied.
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Dr. Guerrero had never had his eye
on her. To him, Maria was just
José’s wife—the wife of his
foreman, nothing else. As Dr.
Guerrero began swimming, he
inadvertently saw her underwater.
Her dress was wet and glued to her
legs, exposing her firm body. Maria
had long, firm, well-formed legs.
She was a woman in her thirties,
energetic, charming, and well
poised. Dr. Guerrero never paid
attention to these attributes.
His memories transported him
to his college years when he was
learning how to swim at the sports
compound.
He remembered swimming
behind other students at the pool.
He especially remembered his
classmate Sue, his distant love at
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East Anglia University, who was
also learning how to swim.
Watching Maria underwater
immediately sent him to a
flashback of the pool in East
Anglia. He became nervous and
excited at the same time.
Meanwhile, Maria continued
washing her clothes, unaware of
his presence. Dr. Guerrero was
slowly approaching Maria. She felt
helpless, but she had often
fantasized about him. She always
felt attracted to him. She found him
‘very fascinating.’
The noise of the waterfall, the
songs of the flying birds, the
distant barking of Onix, and the
tranquil but peculiar noise of
nature created the ideal
environment. They just need a
trigger. Gentle touching was all
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that was needed, and then nature
took its course.
In the quiet of her nights at the
ranch, Maria let her imagination
run wild. She was a young woman
full of desires and dreams, with
lots of unanswered questions,
ready for an experience she never
thought she could ever have.
Dr. Guerrero was the object of her
desires. She could not help but
imagine Dr. Guerrero, not only as
her boss, but as a handsome man—
elegant, chivalrous, and courteous.
Dr. Guerrero whispered in
Maria’s ear. The sound of the
water, the skin contact, a deep look
into each other’s eyes, the smells of
the body—it is very difficult to
determine at what moment Dr.
Guerrero gently took off Maria’s
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calzhina7 . He possessed her,
Maria’s loud yelling becoming a
part of the symphonic chorus of the
wild monkeys, birds, and insects.
Maria, for the first time in her life,
had an orgasm, and not just one,
but many.
Dr. Guerrero felt he had come
back to life. He did not recall ever
having an experience like that. Not
even in his college years.
* * * *
Doña Beatriz made sure her
little daughter Astrid would have a
sophisticated upbringing, as some
day Astrid would become a
valuable member of society. Her
education would be instrumental
in achieving success in life. She
reluctantly agreed that Astrid
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could attend the public school
located in the town nearest to the
fazenda, where Dr. Guerrero
thought it was be easiest to teach
the little girl about the real world.
He was a strict and exacting
taskmaster. And while she loved
her father dearly, she often
struggled to meet his standards
and run his errands as quickly and
correctly as possible.
José, the ranch foreman, was
very happy to have a little girl.
They called her Maria José, in
homage to their love and their
names. They did not have an
education, but they were hard
working people who did their best
to provide Maria José with a good
education. She even went to a
public elementary school to obtain
a basic education.
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Astrid and Maria José soon
became good friends and
playmates. Even though Astrid was
a couple of years older than Maria
José, they became inseparable.
Together they discovered the
animals, nature, flowers, and birds;
they learned how to hunt, catch
butterflies, fish, and play hide and
seek. Astrid and Maria José shared
toys, food and clothes and they
often slept together. They were like
sisters.
As they grew older, they
began developing different
interests, personalities, and
characteristics and they made
different friends. While Astrid was
a quiet and complacent girl, Maria
José was very hyperactive and
rebellious. She always did unusual
and cruel things just for fun.
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She loved to throw Chucho,
the house cat, upside down into the
air just to see it land on its four
legs. She was curious as to why
cats always land on their feet. She
tried also with puppy dogs, but the
result was disastrous.
Maria José showed an innate
ability to exercise, ride horses, and
do housework, while Astrid
dreamed of traveling and playing
with dolls. Astrid developed a
passion for collecting plants and
animals and began to create her
own botanical garden and zoo.
Over time, this hobby would lead
her to study biology, the science of
life. Maria José, by contrast, became
interested in boys at school,
whereas Astrid had no interest in
them whatsoever.
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Maria José loved to spend a lot
of time at the cachoeira8 observing
Dr. Guerrero meditating. When she
was a child, she thought
Dr. Guerrero was dead and
exclaimed to her mother, “Mami,
Mami, Dr. Guerrero is dead! He
does not breathe.”
“No, Maria José,” replied
Maria. “Dr. Guerrero is meditating.”
When she asked what meditating
was, her mother answered, “It is a
technique where a person breathes
very slowly to find mental and
physical peace.”
“I want to find peace,” stated
Maria José.
The battle of the sexes begins at an
early age. The school is the
battleground. The “combatants”
8 Waterfall
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are divided into several groups: the
“nice,” the “ugly,” the “shy,” the
“nerds,” the “papitos9” and the
“cocky.” Upon observation, in most
cases, the papitos and the cocky
boys want to have all the pretty
girls, and leave the ugly ones to the
shy and the nerds. Out of
frustration, the ugly and the nerdy
children team up to lick their
wounds.
Astrid and Maria José were
not the exception. Both were pretty
girls—attractive and intelligent—
traits that both the papitos and the
nerds pursue feverishly. Maria José
quickly learned about adolescent
obsessions.
At fifteen, she got drunk for the
first time. She soon began partying,
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drinking, and smoking. Astrid, on
the contrary, found these behaviors
absolutely “stupid and primitive,”
in her own words. She pledged to
herself that she would never do
those kinds of things. “I do not
need, nor do I want to behave like a
primitive,” she would say. “I really
don’t care about peer pressure,
television, fashion, parties, or any
other type of stupid adolescent
behavior.” She was determined to
conserve her virginity until the day
she married her husband with blue
or green eyes, but never brown.
Everyone at school, including
Maria José, thought that Astrid was
weird. Astrid could care less
because she was focused on her
future; she wanted to become a
scientist.
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At 28 years of age, Astrid was a
very successful young professional,
full of life and ready to pursue her
most ambitious dream: to become a
well-known neurobiologist. But for
this, she would have to go to a
foreign country, where the sciences
are more advanced. She did her
homework on where to go: Europe
or America. In Europe, she could
go to France, Spain, or Germany. In
North America, her choices were
only Canada or the United States.
She decided to head to Germany, a
country that achieved major
advances in biological research.
Although she did not openly
admit it, one of the reasons Astrid
wanted to leave her country,
besides pursuing a scientific career,
was the fact that she was tired of
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dealing with a machista10 society,
where men think that women are a
¨piece of meat¨ good only for
physical pleasure.
As her research continued, she
found that women are predators as
well—to a lower degree and with
less sophistication—but still,
women want and enjoy the same
urges as their male counterparts.
She also found that a woman will
go to great extents in order to get
what she wants, even if she has to
exercise some predatory practices.
All of these phenomena deeply
intrigued her, and she was
determined to find an answer—an
answer from science, as she was
tired of reading speculations from
self-appointed gurus who believed,
10
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or made people believe, that they
had all the answers. She got tired of
watching sensationalist TV shows,
where self-declared experts instruct
the audience on how to
“successfully” exchange flesh back
and forth in the name of happiness.
She set out and prepared herself to
study.
* * * *
That Sunday afternoon on
January 7th, Astrid boarded the 747
Boeing of Lufthansa Airlines,
heading for Germany. It was the
first time Astrid rode on a plane.
The flight went smoothly for
several hours, until it hit a
thunderstorm in the middle of the
Atlantic Ocean between the South
American coast and the coast of
Africa. Astrid became scared.
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She put herself in the
situation of the passengers who
perish in an airplane crash. She
imagined their last moments. It is
hard to describe the behavior, the
feelings, the emotions of hundred
of passengers stranded in a
doomed airplane. Astrid counted
the minutes and the seconds the
passengers had to wait until their
fates were sealed for good. Sheer
terror came over her. She imagined
surviving an airplane crash and
being interviewed in the TV news.
She imagined being famous.
Several hours later, Mr. Kohl, a
family friend living in Germany,
greeted Astrid at the Frankfurt
airport. They took the train to
Munich, passing far too many
castles from the medieval era along
the Rhine river. Astrid thought
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about how she would love to live
in one of them with her charmed
prince with blue or green eyes, but
never brown.
At the beginning, Mr. Kohl was
very accommodating and friendly,
but within weeks things changed.
Mr. Kohl wanted Astrid to do
house chores, to cook, to clean, and
to do other activities that are not
proper among friends and guests.
Astrid then found herself between
a rock and a hard place. With no
friends, very little money and no
German language skills, she had no
choice but to find a job as a
babysitter, which at least gave her
food and shelter and a little money
for expenses.
But Astrid soon became bored
with her job. After all, she did not
come to Germany to clean the little
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rears of spoiled German babies and
put up with their neurotic and
demanding mothers. On top of
that, Mr. Maximilien Frederick von
Paulus, a modern day aristocrat,
was the owner of the house. He
was tall and had green eyes, and
began looking at her in a lascivious
way. His wife Bettina, although
pretty, was harsh, demanding, and
not well-groomed. It was only a
matter of time until he would make
several unsolicited physical
advances to her. These events
forced Astrid to leave that place.
Six months after her arrival in
Germany, Astrid felt as if she was
wasting her time; she was going
nowhere, and while studying
German, she was making barely
enough money to survive. Her
personal life was also a disaster,
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but she was determined to fulfill
her dream of becoming a scientist,
no matter what kind of sacrifices
she had to make. At that time in
her life, pursuing her studies was
the only thing that kept her alive.
She repeated to herself over and
over and over, "My God how could
I have been so stupid, how could I
be so unprepared, how?"
Meanwhile, the rhythm of life
continued as it always does, a
monotonous rhythm unfortunately
for Astrid. On weekends she went
to Marien Platz, located at the
Sparkassen Strasse—a popular
gathering place in Munich—to
attend concerts featuring major
German and international
composers. She was attracted
particularly to the tragic and
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intense musical vibrations of
Wagner.
After the concert, it was
customary to drink hot wine to
fight off the intense winter cold of
Germany, as winters in there were
a nightmare. And when a lot of
people get together to drink hot
wine, interesting conversations and
unusual behaviors arise. People
switch to hard liquors such as beer,
whisky, brandy, cognac, tequila,
cachaza11, even aguardiente12.
In the middle of the euphoria
and excited by the music—the
German folk music is quite
engaging—people become
inhibited and begin making
advances towards each other.
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12
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Munich was celebrating
Oktoberfest, where Germans and
people from all over the world
attend a beer festival to drink all
kinds of beer in enormous
quantities and eat all sorts of
frankfurter
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30,000 days for Mr. William Kantshakes
A Novel
By
Ignacio Sanabria
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ISBN: 978-1456473921
Copyright ©. 30,000 Days for Mr.
William Kantshakes. Ignacio
Sanabria, M.Ed., Author, 2011. All
rights reserved. This book is
protected by copyright. No parts of
this book may be reproduced in
any form or by any means,
including photocopying, or utilized
by any information storage and
retrieval system without writing
permission from the copyright
holder.
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Days Years 1,000 2.74 2,000 5.48 3,000 8.22 4,000 10.96 5,000 13.70 6,000 16.44 7,000 19.18 8,000 21.92 9,000 24.66 10,000 27.40 11,000 30.14 12,000 32.88 13,000 35.62 14,000 38.36 15,000 41.10 16,000 43.84 17,000 46.58 18,000 49.32 19,000 52.05 20,000 54.79 21,000 57.53
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22,000 60.27 23,000 63.01 24,000 65.75 25,000 68.49 26,000 71.23 27,000 73.97 28,000 76.71 29,000 79.45 30,000 82.19
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Chapter One
My First 5000 Days
From Birth to 13 and a half years of
age.
The protagonist of this story is
time. Although an individual can
skip a thought here and there, she
would never be able to skip time,
unless she enters the world of the
dead. Even in the world of death,
she enters the world of merciless
and infinite time. Time is a
constrainer, time is a facilitator, but
time can cause agony. In fact,
agony is measured in time; so is
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happiness, and so is pain. Pain and
happiness are measured in time,
and so is life. Life, then, is the time
we spend switching between
happiness and pain.
“Have a good time,” is a
customary salutation when we say
good-bye to each other, or we
might say, “Excuse me, do you
have the time?” “Which one, yours,
or mine?” is a very unlikely
answer. “It is time for lunch,” is the
most likely answer.
This short verbal engagement
would take place between Mr. Pete
Schoppenhauer, the successful but
lonely male jogger at NY`s Central
Park. It was usually witnessed by
Fifo, his faithful companion (who
by the way is unaware of time) and
the cute passerby whom he is
trying to engage.
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As time and space are our
tyrants, we must fight them with
happiness. Time and space will
then lose their grip on us.
Mr. Ford used to brag about
the twenty-five years of
uninterrupted happiness he
experienced while working for the
government as a taxman. Ms.
Pineapple remembered all the
happiest times when she gathered
her numerous family for
Thanksgiving celebrations, where
half a dozen turkeys were
slaughtered for the sake of
happiness. “It was the happiest
time of my life,” Mr. Bush, the
skilled butcher, used to say, but I
never knew what these happiest
times were for Mr. Bush. It
certainly could not be for the
countless sheep, cows, pigs, and
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goats, even horses, Mr. Bush used
to slaughter in the name of
happiness. But grilling Mr. Bush’s
steaks on a sunny Sunday
afternoon brought us a lot of
happiness, indeed. We had a good
time, so was Mr. Bush right?
Mr. Einstein also had his
brushes with time. He used to say,
"Only two things are infinite: the
universe and human stupidity, and
I am not sure about the former."
It is now the time to begin
keeping track of my own time. This
is the story of the 30,000 days I
stayed on this earth.
* * * *
The minimum time someone
has stayed on this planet is less
than one day, maybe a few minutes
or hours. The maximum was 46,355
days, which was lived by Ms. Jean
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Calvet, who died in 1997. I was
assigned 30,000 days, exactly. My
good friend, Gabriela, was
assigned 24,465 days. Methuselah,
the longest living individual
according to the Bible, had 353,685
days, or 762% more days than of
Ms. Calvet, and 848% more time
than myself.
The question still is what to
do with all of these days available
to us, whether it is one single day
or 400,000 days.
In any case, once a day is
gone, it is gone forever. So, it is
understandable that the wonderful
days are desired to last forever and
the painful days should end
quickly, even before the end of the
day inexorably arrives.
The story of my days is
exactly the same as someone else’s
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days, as we all do exactly the same,
day in and day out. It does not
come as a surprise that half of
humanity is obsessed in finding out
what the other half is doing with
their time. The days of dignitaries,
high profile figures, celebrities,
sportspersons, and actors, are
meticulously accounted for, even
on an hourly basis. So are the days
of prison inmates.
But pesky husbands and wives
are also obsessed with what the
other half is doing. Obsessed
parents are also fixated on what
their kids are doing at any given
time, although there are parents
who do not give a damn about
their kids. The latter, unfortunately,
was my case. My parents gave me
away to my grandparents.
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In a sense, there was some
sort of scandal associated with the
origins of my life. This story of my
time and my life began that fateful
night of Christmas Eve in
Leavenworth, Washington, a small
town a couple of hours drive from
Seattle. That evening, everybody
was happy, cheerful, and ready to
open their gifts.
My father, William Kent,
was the typical All-American boy
who loved to listen to rock music,
to wear hair brilliantine, to drive
my grandpa’s red Bel Air 1956
Chevrolet, to chase the girls and to
take them to watch drive-in
movies, accompanied with hot
dogs, pizza, and of course, Coca
Cola and Marlboros. It did not
matter that the pesky smell of
tobacco would chase some girls
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away because of the bad breath.
Chiclets Adams would easily solve
the problem of bad breath. Many
generations of Americans owe their
existence to Chiclets Adams.
As was customary, my
father, who was 8,000 days old at
the time, took one of his favorite
girlfriends, Emmanuelle Chase, a
cute and shabby 7,000 day-old girl,
to the Paradise Drive-In.
The Paradise Drive-In was
the gathering point for all boys and
girls looking to have some fun.
Attendees remember that during
and after the movie , it was
customary to see all the vehicles
moving and waving like they were
boats on the high seas. It was funny
to see fifty or perhaps seventy
vehicles lined up, rolling like ocean
waves. You could see heads and
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toes through the car windows, and
you could hear the frantic and loud
yelling.
“Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh,
my God,”—most similar to the
sound a pig makes when it is
slaughtered at the slaughterhouse.
My father William Kent,
who was under the effects of
smoking Marlboro and drinking
tons of cans of Coke, chewing
Chiclets gum, initiated a wrestling
match with my mother
Emmanuelle in the back seat of the
old red 56 Chevy. My mother later
on confessed me that she loved to
lie on the back of the Chevy
because it was comfy and loved to
spend a lot of time there thinking
about nothing. All of a sudden, the
Chevy was waving, and during the
confusion, I was conceived.
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Bystanders cheered and
applauded, as if they were
watching a sport competition, but
while it initially appeared to be a
scandal, it was just business as
usual.
The oxytocin secreted by my
father and my mother that night in
the back seat of the 56 Chevy was
enough to change the world, at
least my world, my father’s world,
my mother’s world and everything
in between. I was always curious to
find out how much of the oxytocin
secreted by all people jammed in
these vehicles at the Paradise
Drive-In ended in babies like me.
Perhaps someday we could form
an association, an association of
babes made at the Paradise Drive-
In. It could be named “The
Paradise Drive-In Baby Boomer
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Users Group, Leavenworth,
Washington, 1965.”
A lot of babies around the
nation were manufactured in drive-
ins, hosting Chevys, Fords,
Dodges, and Mercurys. All the
participants were under the
influence of hot dogs, Coca Cola,
Marlboro and Chiclets. The Bureau
of Statistics, the office in charge of
keeping track of numbers about
anything and everything, called
these babies the “Baby Boomer”
generation.
Some sociologists credit the
boom of the baby boomer
generation to the fact that after
World War II, all of these
combatants had nothing better to
do but to engage in oxytocin rituals
with the girls who were crazy
about boys who’d survived the war
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and wore uniforms. My father was
one of these irresistible war
survivors, and he was ready to
spread his name around.
Nine months after that
fateful Christmas Eve I was born
out of wedlock. My grandparents
Joe and Louise, my mother’s
parents, were fuming. It took them
a while to accept this disappointing
news, as they wanted my mother to
go to college, to save some money,
and then get married with a boy
“worth her while,” as my grandma
used to say. Once my grandparents
overcame the disappointment
about the reckless behavior of my
parents, they had no choice but to
accept their new fate and help to
put them through college.
Meanwhile, my grandparents
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raised me, while my parents went
to college.
As early as I can remember,
that is, when I had lived a mere
1,000 days, all I did was to play
with cars, to wet my pants, and to
cry and scream for almost
anything.
By the time I had lived 2,000
days, I was climbing to my tree
house in the backyard of the house.
Grandpa Joe built it for me. Years
later, I discovered that he wanted
to get rid of me while he was
seated in the living room, reading
the newspaper, watching endless
sport games on TV, and smoking
like a chimney. Meanwhile,
Grandma Louise secluded herself
in her kitchen. I became addicted to
her cookies. My tree house and
Grandma Louise’s cookies with
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pasteurized milk were my universe
for years.
I loved to spend inordinate
amounts of time in my tree house,
doing nothing but playing with
cars and imagining fantastic stories
and scenarios. I loved imagining
myself as a bird. I could fly far and
away and see the world with a
bird’s eye view. I also imagined
that I was a great white shark. Or
better, I was Marianella, the
relentless killer whale, so I could
swim the entire ocean and eat all
the fish I wanted. I loved to
imagine being abducted by an alien
and taken to outer space, where I
could play with little aliens. But I
wondered how their alien dogs
would look. I wondered how they
would move their tails.
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When I was in my tree house, I
dreamed and dreamed and
dreamed. I imagined how the
bottom of the ocean would look or
how the earth would look from
space.
Instead of coming down to
interrupt my own day-dreaming, I
told Grandma Louise, “Grandma, I
am sending you my bucket. Please
put some milk and my favorite
coconut cookies in the basket.” I
had a bucket attached to a cord,
Grandma Louise put my snacks in,
while I hauled them up. Pick up
times were 9:15 AM, 12:00 Noon,
2:45 PM, and 5:45 PM every day. It
worked religiously.
Other than that, I was glued to
my tree house. But occasionally,
Grandmother Louise called me for
lunch or a snack, a situation that
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greatly disturbed me. Pete, my
black Labrador, was always
barking, because he always wanted
to be with me in my tree house. I
bribed Grandpa Joe to bring the
dog to my tree house. He did it
only a couple of times per week.
The rest of the time, he spent sitting
in front of the TV, watching boring
sport games and smoking.
Grandmother Louise spent
her days in the kitchen, cooking all
sorts of dishes. She cooked very
tasty cookies, especially the
coconut ones which I loved to eat
very much with milk, so my bones
would grow strong, as she used to
tell me. One day I asked her why
she loved to cook so much, and she
told me, “because I love to cook,
and besides a woman wins a man’s
heart through his stomach.”
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Grandma Louise
occasionally abandoned the house
to go to the supermarket, to mass
on Sundays, and to visit her
longtime friend Mary, a 24,386 day-
old widow. The rest of her time,
she remained at home.
When I completed 5,000 days
of existence, my father William and
my mother Emmanuelle decided
that I was ready for elementary
school, as I’d previously refused to
go to kindergarten. But I refused to
go to elementary school too. I
thought that it was not of useful
purpose to go to these places to
waste my time fighting kids my
age for a Coke, a hot dog, a pretzel
or a bagel. I could get tons of these
at home, but without the fighting.
Besides, I was not interested
in learning how to write or how to
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read. I always thought that the real
meaning of life was to lie in my tree
house and to think about nothing. I
mean, what else is there in life but
to entertain your thoughts at will,
instead of wasting time at school? I
used to tell them what Bertrand
Russell, the philosopher, once said:
"Men are born ignorant, not stupid.
They are made stupid by
education," but they always
refused to listen to me. But my
grandparents and my parents
insisted. They bribed and
threatened to send me to my aunt
Eduvigis, who lived in Hawaii, a
stingy woman of bad character.
So, reluctantly, I entered
school. The first few months were
fun, as I played a lot with my
unruly friends, but when I got
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home from school, all I did was to
go to my tree house and stay there.
My problems began when
my teacher, Ms. Rosenberg, began
asking for my finished homework.
I did not even care to watch
boring TV programs, not even
Sesame Street or The Simpsons. My
tree house gave me all I needed. I
had my toys, my bed, my blankets,
Heriberto my clown, and Pete, my
unruly and noisy black Labrador.
But within weeks, they
forbade me to stay in my tree
house until I did my homework. As
I continued to refuse it, my
grandparents were summoned to
the school. They became very
furious with me, and threatened to
eliminate my tree house privileges
forever. I became mad, really mad.
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I hated school so much that I
plotted a strategy to get expelled.
One day I told Ms. Rosenberg,
my cute 19,000 day-old teacher,
“Ms. Rosenberg, you either give me
a passionate kiss, or I will poke
your butt with my fork.” But she
laughed like a dwarf instead, and I
got really furious. She was not
taking me seriously.
The next day, I did the same
thing. This time she just smiled,
and she told me, “Billy, this is not
appropriate for a teacher. Besides,
you are too young for a kiss.” The
next day I furiously told her, “You
give me a passionate kiss, or I will
poke your butt with my fork.” And
I pinched her butt.
She screamed and sent me to
my seat. She wrote a report to my
grandparents. The next day, I did
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the same thing. This time, Ms.
Rosenberg got a cut, and she had to
go to the infirmary for a bandage.
My grandparents were
summoned to the school. The
principal told them, “This kid
needs some restraining, as this may
get worse instead of get better.” I
was diagnosed with Attention
Deficit Disorder by the school
shrink, and placed on medication, a
nasty tasting thing called Ritalin. I
took one or two pills and faked the
rest. I did not want anything of
this. I just wanted to be at home,
spending my time in my tree house
and playing with my cars, with
Heriberto, Pete, and eating coconut
cookies with pasteurized milk. I
was mad these grown-up people
could not understand something as
simple as this.
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But it didn’t work. So, I
invented something stranger and
more dangerous. I brought a huge
bag full of cookies from Grandma
Louise to the school and gave them
to the boys in exchange for having
them to yell in chorus, “Ms.
Rosenberg, give us a passionate
kiss, or we will pinch your butt.”
It got nasty. Seven kids
pinched her at the same time. Ms.
Rosenberg was taken to the
infirmary, as she was bleeding, and
the police came afterwards.
The shrink dictated that the
Ritalin was not working, that I
needed a straightjacket. Ritalin was
not working because I replaced the
medication with Chiclets Adams,
the same brand my parents chewed
in the infamous escapades at the
Paradise Drive-In.
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After a week of being held in a
straightjacket, I began crying so
loud that I finally got my wish. I
got expelled from elementary
school for abnormal behavior. By
then, I had the solution to my
problems. I told my grandparents,
“You get me a private tutor, chosen
by me, or else.” That else was for
me to become an illiterate, ignorant
for the rest of my life, which I
thought was fun. Finally, I told
them what Jacques Rousseau, the
French philosopher, used to say,
“Men are born good, but they are
corrupted by society.” So why risk
being corrupted by society if all I
want to do is to stay in my tree
house? And by doing so, perhaps I
could avoid corruption and
another host of bad maladies.
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Seven people applied for the
job of becoming my private tutor. I
chose Ms. Tucker, currently living
her 7,300th day of her existence.
She was a gorgeous redheaded
energetic teacher from Boise, Idaho,
who moved to the Seattle area to
pursue a career as a school teacher.
I liked her from the first moment I
saw her, and she felt the same.
Besides, the pay was good, and she
desperately needed the money.
Within months, I was
reading, writing, singing, playing,
having fun and enjoying my life.
All my classes were held in my tree
house.
"I like this place and
willingly could waste my time in
it," I told Ms. Tucker when she first
entered my tree house. She was
curious about my quote.
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“Where did you learn this?”
she asked.
“I have no idea,” I replied. I
guess I heard it from someone.
By the time I had lived 3,000
days, I was very proficient in
English, math, French, Spanish,
physics, chemistry, geography and
history. My parents were so happy
that for Christmas, they gave me
the complete works of someone
that sounded like Milk Shakes, or
something like that, and the book
Critique of Treason by Manolo Ken,
or something like that. I felt that
was a silly idea for them to give me
books as a Christmas gift. Besides, I
was expecting something like
Superman, Batman, Snow Whites
and the Seven Dwarves, or Peter
Pan.
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The 2,000 days I spent with Ms.
Tucker were instrumental in
learning the basics of life. In fact, I
was more mature than kids that
had lived the same days as I,
thanks to Ms. Tucker who taught
me a lot of things. She also taught
me about how women think and
feel. Many days later, I discovered
that women hold the key for
survival. It took me the entire
30,000 days of my existence to
figure that out. In fact, the very last
day of my life I learned something
that I could not have learned
otherwise. By then, it was too late.
But at the time, I did not
understand a thing about what she
was talking about. She flat-out told
me, “Billy, when you grow up,
your success or failure in life does
not depend on how smart or how
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stupid you are. It won’t depend on
your fate, destiny nor luck, but in
how well or how badly you interact
with women. Women are either a
real pain in the neck, or they can be
the best friends you could ever
have. Your success or failure in life
may depend on the kind of women
you get involved with.
“Someday, you will fall in love,
and then you will understand what
I am talking about. Have you been
seen those little cute bears called
the Tasmanian devils? I would
suggest you research them. They
are unique. Someday you will
know why. Also, always
remember, Billy, what Martin
Luther King, Jr. once said: ‘Nothing
in the world is more dangerous
than sincere ignorance and
conscientious stupidity.’”
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I could not quite understand
these words, but I guessed life
someday would show me the
wisdom of these words. But I was
more confused than ever. I did not
understand anything of what she
was talking about. She finally told
me, “Billy, study the
neurophysiology of women and
the neurophysiology of men, then
compare both, and you will find
clues as to why men and women
find it so difficult to get along with
each other. Also, remember that
men and women behave differently
according to the cultures they are
living in. In the end, a woman will
always be a woman and a man will
always be a man. Although, some
men have this secret, and
sometimes not-so-secret desire to
dress like a woman.”
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“Yes, I know that. They are
called drag queens,” I told her.
“How do you know that?”
she asked.
“I saw it on TV.”
“But, you told me that you
hate to watch TV!”
“Yes, I do hate to watch TV,
but it was one day I was doing
some errands for Grandpa Joe. I
was bringing his cigarettes, and I
could not help but to watch what
he was watching. I accidentally
saw a carnival in a country called
Rio de Janeiro, where I saw men
dressed like women.”
“The country is called Brazil,
and the city is called Rio de
Janeiro,” Ms. Tucker told me.
I asked her, “Ms. Tucker, it
seems that you know a lot about
how men and women interact.
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Why do you let that loser Ishmael
to mistreat you?”
She just replied, “This is the
mystery of life, Billy, the mystery of
life.” By then, my head was
spinning.
She even went further and
confessed to me. She confessed to
me that she felt very lonely, as she
had no family in Seattle. All her
family was in Idaho. She also
talked about Ishmael.
I did not like Ms. Tucker’s
boyfriend, Ishmael Johnson. He
drove a fast and noisy black 1966
Pontiac, smoked like a chimney,
drank beer, and smelled like a
ferret. His language was very
grotesque. He repeated the word
‘fucking’ at least a hundred times
every minute. It was tiresome to
watch and listen to him.
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On the contrary, Ms. Tucker
was a very beautiful, sophisticated,
intelligent woman, but it seemed to
me that she did not know how to
handle men. It was difficult for me
to understand these peculiar
details, as I did not know anything
about love.
One day, I accompanied her
to look for her boyfriend in a
tavern. He was drinking beer,
shooting pool, and he was kissing a
girl.
“What are you doing here?” he
asked her.
“Hi, honey. I came looking
for you because I wanted to take
you to dinner, and perhaps go
dancing.”
“I’m busy! Can’t you see that?
I’ll see you tonight at home. By the
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way, give me $100 bucks. I need it
urgently.”
“What do you need the
money for?”
“It is none of your business.
Just give me the fucking money,
now!” She handed him a $100 bill.
It was the first time I knew
that money was something to fuck
around, or at least to use to fuck. I
imagined having a lot of money, so
I could fuck. I imagined a twenty
dollar bill fucking a five dollar bill
four times, or worse, the twenty
dollar bill fucking the one dollar
bill twenty times. The 100 dollar
bill would die of a heart attack, I
thought, as 100 times is too many
times to fuck a poor one dollar bill.
Ms. Tucker left the smoky
place crying. “Do not cry, Ms.
Tucker,” I told her, and I hugged
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her. She began crying on my
shoulder.
I felt like a big man! Here I
was, an almost 4,000 day-old kid,
hugging and comforting an 8,800
day-old gorgeous woman who
happened to be my teacher. I was
protecting her from danger. I was
her backbone. I was her confidant. I
am Mr. Big, I thought.
Ms. Tucker went for
relationship counseling, and after a
while, she finally left that loser and
began doing her Master’s in
Education at Seattle University. She
wanted to become a certified
schoolteacher. She loved to teach.
But I loved to hug her and to
comfort her, until she would
probably get tired of being hugged
by a 4,000 day-old kid. I would
assume that she was more
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interested in being hugged by at
least a 10,000 days or older boy, or
man, for that matter.
By the time I reached my
4,000th day of existence, I entered
high school because my parents
decided that I had to go through
the regular public educational
system. I went to Belleview High
School in Leavenworth,
Washington.
The first year of high school
was a nightmare, a living hell. I
was accustomed to doing my
things on my own, at my own
schedule. Now, I had to get up at
5:45 AM so I could be at school at
7:00 AM. My classmates were very
unruly, spoiled, and irresponsible
kids that did not care much about
going to school. They liked to fight,
chase girls, and to smoke in the
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bathrooms. They had this ugly
custom of wearing their ugly and
very long pants at the middle of
their butts. They often ran around
the school campus sustaining their
pants with one hand and trying to
hold their schoolbags with the
other.
Meanwhile, I was dressing like
Elvis Presley and James Dean. I
loved to wear moccasins, not
sneakers, Levi jeans adjusted to my
body, and shirts with short sleeves.
My hair style was like Elvis Presley
some days and like James Dean
other days. This fashion caused a
tremendous uproar at the school.
The girls thought it was cool, but
the boys called me nerd, strange,
weird, fossil, and Neanderthal.
But perhaps the biggest
issue was my name. My name is
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William Kantshakes because of
William Shakespeare and
Immanuel Kant. Less than 2% of
the school knew who they were.
My school classmates had a contest
to see who could come up with the
weirdest nickname, so they could
make fun of me. Billy the Silly,
Milkshakes, Vanilla Shakes,
Supercan, Captaincan, the Wisecan,
Shakethepear, Chokethecan, and
Drinkthecan all got tossed around.
I did not understand why there
was so much fuss about a name.
"What's in a name? That which we
call a rose by any other name
would smell as sweet´´.
But I was not willing to
become the laughing stock of my
classmates. I decided to fight back.
From then on, I would only talk
like Shakespeare and Kant. If my
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teachers and classmates did not
understand a syllable of what I was
saying, I couldn’t care less. Besides,
their command of their English
language was very primitive, and I
did not want to repeat the word
fuck a million times per day. That
was disgusting, I thought.
A truck driver would have a
better command of the English
language than most of my
schoolmates. I recovered the
complete collection of
Shakespeare’s work and Kant`s
book, his Critique of Pure Reason,
that my parents gave me some
years ago. I wrote my own
dictionary of words to be used at
school.
For example, when I wanted
to address my classmates I told
them: "Friends, Romans,
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countrymen, lend me your ears; I
come to bury Caesar, not to praise
him." When kids from higher
grades became very aggressive and
abusive to lower grade kids, I told
them, "If you prick us, do we not
bleed? If you tickle us, do we not
laugh? If you poison us, do we not
die? And if you wrong us, shall we
not revenge?” As boys and girls at
school were chasing each other, I
said, "O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore
art thou Romeo?" As kids always
were eating lots of ice cream, hot
dogs, pizzas, burgers and all the
junk food available, I quoted at
them, "Can one desire too much of
a good thing?"
Within months, the entire
school was speaking and quoting
Shakespeare. Even the parents at
home were talking in Elizabethan
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English with their kids. Soon the
entire city of Leavenworth,
Washington, was doing business in
Shakespearean terms. The
supermarkets, the government
offices, the cab drivers, attorneys,
doctors everybody else was
speaking Shakespearean language.
It got to a point where if you did
not quote Shakespeare, you were
not able to communicate with each
other.
The media took notice. They
interviewed me, and I became an
instant superstar. Long trips, TV,
radio, newspaper, interviews,
became my next favorite pastimes.
The ´´Lucy´´ show lost its audience
overnight, until I appeared on the
show to demonstrate the bounties
of the Shakespearean language. I
negotiated handsome appearance
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fees for my presentations. I became
rich. I was only 5,000 days old. Now
that I have a lot of money, I can fuck, I
thought.
It was a matter of time until
this cultural fashion moved to
Seattle, then to Portland, then to
California. In two years, the entire
country was speaking
Shakespearean slang.
Foreign tourists to the United
States had to learn how to speak
Shakespearean in order to visit
Disneyland. Business people had to
relearn English in order to do
business, and the judiciary system
had to carry out trials in
Shakespearean terms. The U.S.
Congress was enacting laws in
Elizabethan English honoring
Isabel I the daughter of Richard
VIII and Ana Bolena.
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TV programming, the
movies, talk shows, newspapers,
the Internet’s social media—all of
them switched to the language of
Shakespeare. Those who resisted
the bandwagon had to express
themselves in sign language.
It was not a surprise that the
Shakespearean fad was adopted all
over the world. The United States
and the world had seen nothing
like it. Even France, a country
famous because of its resistance to
cultural changes from abroad, had
no choice but to embrace the trend.
In just 3,500 days, the planet
was talking the same way it had
four hundred years before.
Language barriers had ended and
communication among cultures
had substantially improved. People
became more lovable, romantic,
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and civilized. Violence diminished
to record low points. There was no
point in being aggressive, as by just
quoting Shakespeare, people
became at ease and relaxed.
But unfortunately, crime and
criminal enterprises were
conducted in Shakespearean
language too. Criminals argued
that some plays of Shakespeare
talked about violence, death,
tragedy, pain, and sorrow. When
incarcerated, criminals recited
Shakespeare day in and day out.
The jail guards followed suit. Jails
became Shakespearean cults.
One day, Ms. Creighton, a
new neighbor, went to my
grandparent’s house. She wanted
to make friends with Grandma
Louise. She asked my grandma if
she could babysit her 2,000 day-old
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daughter Jenny for a few days, as
Ms. Creighton had to be out of
town in search of employment
opportunities.
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The State Dinner
By
Ignacio Sanabria,M.E.d.
Copyright ©. The State Dinner.
Ignacio Sanabria, M.Ed., Author,
2013. All rights reserved. This book
is protected by copyright. No parts
of this book may be reproduced in
any form or by any means,
including photocopying, or utilized
by any information storage and
retrieval system without writing
permission from the copyright
holder.
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PROLOGUE
On Saturday, November 22, 1963 around 3:30 p.m. in the afternoon, we were playing “hide and seek” at the “El Bosque” park with my brothers and friends. I was living in the city of Tunja, capital of the state of Boyacá, Republic of Colombia. I was living with my mother, my brothers and my grandparents, as my father had died on October 22, 1962, exactly one year and one month earlier from that fateful day.
Television back then was in black and white. The news was transmitting a very tragic event: The President of the United States, John Fitzgerald Kennedy, was assassinated by a lone assassin,
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while on a state visit in Dallas, in the state of Texas. At seven years of age, one knows very little about world affairs, let alone about countries and cities.
I remember seeing some a few months earlier an American magazine called “LIFE” showing black and white pictures of the president and his family in the White House. I also remembered seeing a cute blond girl called Caroline, about five years old, who was the president's daughter.
During the next two weeks, the country was paralyzed and sad, everybody was crying in the streets and the news and major newspapers were repeating TV footage of his visit to Colombia, two years earlier, in December 17th, 1961.
During JFK's funeral, I was
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intrigued by a lonely horse walking without a rider along with the president's coffin but with a twisted military boot in the opposite direction. I thought that it was the president's horse and that the horse was sad. The horse was unruly and nervous.
Caroline, and his little brother, John-John, were holding hands with her mother Jacqueline Kennedy at the funeral.
By age fifteen, I began watching Marlboro commercials with riders from the wild west arreando cattle. My father had a cattle ranch and I was familiar with the faena. I thought our cowboys were more skilled than the Marlboro ones.
By age twenty two I was working at a bank, in a city called Villavicencio, state of Meta. While
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there, I met Mr. Richard Kirby, a 76 year old a genuine cowboy from Houston, Texas, who happened to own a cattle ranch in the region. He wore cowboy boots, Wrangler jeans and a Stetson hat. He used to own a big cattle ranch in the Texas panhandle. I associated him with the Marlboro commercials. I made friends with him and asked who JFK was. I remembered him telling me “He was the greatest president after Lincoln, but we killed him in Texas. What a shame.”
From then on, I decided that I would save some money, improve my English skills and go to the United States to learn more about him. In 1986, at age 29, I travelled to the United States to study. As I began living my new life in the United States, I watched lots of TV documentaries on the life of JFK.
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My admiration for him began to grow. But I also learned about his life shortcomings, mostly his illnesses and his womanizing. I had mixed feelings about it. JFK was my hero. I wanted my hero to be “perfect” but he was not perfect. He was a human being like anybody else. Like the rest of us.
But the only heroes in this world are the ones created in the Greek mythology, such us Hercules, Theseus, Perseus, Achilles, Atlas and others. Their father was the Almighty Zeus, the god of Olympus, also known as Jupiter by the Romans.
So, if JFK was a hero, and Zeus was the god that created heroes, then JFK must be the son of Zeus. However, my real hero was my father, Hector Joaquin Sanabria Davila, who died when I was six
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years old. Consequently he must also be Zeus's son. Now I have two heroes.
This is their story.
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To the living and loving memory of the
siblings of John Fitzgerald Kennedy (1917-1963):
Joe Patrick Kennedy (1888-1969), Rose Fitzgerald (1890-1994), Joe Kennedy Jr. (1915-1942), Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Onassis (1929-1994), John Kennedy Jr. (1960-1999), Edward
Kennedy (1932-2009)
and
The siblings of Hector Joaquin Sanabria Davila (1922-1962):
Ilva Azucena Baron Tarazona (1929-2010), Ruben Alberto Sanabria Baron
(1961-1991), Alfonso Cipriano Sanabria Davila, (1924-2012), Aurita
Pineda de Sanabria (1940-1972),
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Adan Tarazona (1880-1954), Arcelina Tarazona de Baron (1900-1989), Ruben Baron Castro(1890-1972),
Cipriano Sanabria(1887-1945), Isabel Davila de Sanabria (1901-1952), Bernarda Rodriguez de Tarazona (1898-1970), Victoria Sanabria de
Puentes (1932-1997), Marien Hernandez Sanabria(1951-1984),
Alvaro Tarazona Rodriguez (1931-2001)
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Chapter One
Two Heroes Find Each Other
On Saturday, December 17, 1961, a Boeing 707 landed at the Eldorado International airport in Bogota, Colombia, at 9:20 am. It arrived from Caracas, Venezuela, and previous to that, from San Juan Puerto Rico as part of a three day state visit to Latin America by the president of the United States of America, John Fitzgerald Kennedy, who came accompanied by his wife, Jacqueline Kennedy, members of his cabinet, fourteen members of the press and special guests.
This state visit was to officially launch JFK's flagship program “Alliance for Progress” and to
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report on his “Peace Corps” project. JFK had spent several years working on these projects in order to establish a long and lasting relationship between the rich and powerful North and the impoverished and overpopulated southern part of the American continent.
The north became rich, most likely as a result of the hard work of the first settlers, the Europeans, mostly from England, who settled the north part of the continent, circa 1607, and quickly developed the continent, making sure the United States of America, would, someday, dominate the world scene.
The South became poor, probably as a result of poor work, or plain laziness, as some callous historians described the Spaniards,
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who arrived in 1492, and who wasted no time in ransacking and looting the riches of the continent, mostly gold, species and other valuable natural resources with no other purpose than to use these riches to finance endless and futile religious and dynastic wars in Europe.
Both settlers, the Spaniards and the English, along with the French, made sure the Native Americans aborigines, were surely and totally exterminated.
Some four hundred and fifty years later, after WWII, and after a series of small and large wars, mostly in Europe but branching out to Asia, Africa and South America, of which the most pivotal of all was the French revolution in 1789, where the eternal peasants after consecutively being denied the
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right to eat some bread and beans, decided to guillotine Louis XVI and his beautiful Marie Antoinette along with her children and Fufuruchis, her beloved black French Poodle. At some point the revolutionaries would have spared Fufuruchis's life, but Marie Antoinette was not going to leave her beloved puppy behind who may end up becoming sausage for the hungry revolutionaries.
From then on, some painful experimentation with different social and economic systems, took place. Historians are keen to blame Napoleon Bonaparte for the tremendous and inexcusable shortsightedness of not confiscating the South American colonies from the perennially lazy Spaniards, an event that could have skyrocketed the use of French as
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opposed to Spanish. Clearly, two preponderant
economic and social systems were defined after WWII: Communism and or Capitalism. Leading systems, all of them ending in -ism, such as Nazism, Fascism, Imperialism, Socialism, Absolutism, Anarchism, Monarchism, Nationalism, Militarism, Totalitarianism, Isolationism, Civicism, Altruism, Ascetism, Consumerism, Despotism, were finally discarded as deemed either too unfit or too cumbersome to implement.
The world was feverishly adopting any of both, where the Soviet Union and China were making deep inroads in Southeast Asia and Latin America. The United States needed to maintain its leadership in these regions.
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Africa, on the other side, was eternally condemned to be ruled by tribal feuds where one big ugly dictator ruled the country until another big ugly dictator deposed him until a new one would eventually appear. Some dictators resorted to keeping the heads of their enemies frozen in their home refrigerators.
The United States was rightly worried about the inroads of communism in the region. Fidel Castro's Cuba was the first communist regime implemented in1959, and intelligence reports indicated that Venezuela, Colombia, Bolivia and Peru could be the next targets. The United States could not afford such a transgression in its own backyard.
JFK's was greeted by Colombian president, Alberto
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Lleras Camargo, the same statesman that in 1945 during the United Nations conference in San Francisco, did not answer politely the questions that a young JFK, a journalist from a New York newspaper, asked him. JFK was recently discharged from the navy where he served in the South Pacific during WWII. President Lleras was attending the United Nations conference as a political observer representing some Latin American countries that would eventually join the United Nations.
After landing, JFK's was pleasantly surprised to find a huge crowd that cheered him relentlessly, passionately and ferociously along with the First Lady who was wearing a beautiful Parisian yellow dress with a hat of the same color. Both smiled, waved
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and raised their arms when heard the chanting of “Viva el Presidente Kennedy, Vivan los Estados Unidos.”
After the protocol salutation, the president gave a short speech underscoring his final words…
“Making a common effort to
protect the principles of our civilization and to unite our forces to fight our shared problems, the problems of our times...”
Next, the caravan headed to the
suburb of Fontibon where the president will inaugurate the first housing project called “Kennedy City,” composed of 18,000 houses for the poor, entirely paid for the United States of America.
The president, wearing construction gloves, planted the
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first bricks for the project. Observing with curiosity and disbelief, it was Mr. Argelino Plazas Garcia, a humble peasant from the Tolima region, who managed to travel 5 days by treacherous roads as a passenger of the powerful yet uncomfortable American made bus Ford Mercury F-600 model 1960. He, along with his 14 children was ready to receive the house deed from the president.
Mr. Plazas was a refugee from the political violence the country was going through where members of the two existing political parties, Conservative and Liberals, killed each other for no apparent reason, although they gave a zillion reasons for it.
An acute observer to the construction ceremony suggested to the president that perhaps
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American houses should be built with Colombian bricks in order to make them safe and strong against the catastrophic tornadoes that devastate the country several times a year. The president smiled and asked his adviser, Theodore Sorensen, to take note.
From there, the caravan headed for the city center. The president was riding a Cadillac limousine covered with bullet proof glass in order to prevent a possible assassination attempt, as there were reports that Colombia was having a small presence of communist guerrillas sponsored by the Soviet Union and the president of the United States was the ideal target for a political assassination.
Along the way, rambunctious crowds, estimated at more than five hundred thousand fans, many
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of them came from all corners of the country, including a delegation from the Cocuy mountain region, wanted desperately to salute and touch the president and his wife. Thousands of white handkerchiefs and American and Colombian little flags waving in the air at the same time created a cloud larger and bigger that the president and the first lady ever saw in Paris, Berlin or Vienna during their state visits. The caravan moved very slowly, as the multitudes literally swamped the presidential limousine.
* * * * Hidden within the multitude,
was the always observant and attentive Zeus. The joy of being there witnessing the popularity of his beloved son, his beloved hero, brought him melancholic memories of when he used to preside over the
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majestic and pompous military parades when the triumphant Roman legions arrived to Rome from the provinces.
He remembered with nostalgia the myriad exotic animals and the staggering number of slaves brought by the victorious generals. As a result of the Roman military victories, more people will worship me, my gods and goddess, Zeus thought. For a moment, Zeus imagined that the president was Julius Cesar entering Rome after defeating Vercingetorix, his most resolute enemy.
The President and the First Lady represented the epitome of grace, smarts, power, dignity, hope and happiness that an impoverished part of the world could ever hope to experience.
People felt and experienced an
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aura of optimism, a certain sense of accomplishment, a feeling of invincibility and all the emotions associated with. The women were very curious, jealous and mesmerized by the grace and beauty of Jacqueline Kennedy. Rich and poor women alike dreamed of dressing like her, looking like her, even talking like her. Jacqueline had a very soft voice. All of the sudden, women began talking in soft voice to their husbands. It was a fashion trend, albeit a short one. This made them felt “feminine and important” as their husbands and boyfriends paid more attention to them.
The peasants with their characteristic colorful garments composed by ruanas, alpargatas, hats and trenzas for the hair, were performing their traditional dances
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on the street as the caravan passed them by. Their musical instruments were guitars, tiples, bandolas and donkey carracas, an instrument made from the donkey's that resembled the sound of maracas.
The president and the first lady were electrified by listening to these rhythms. It was a new and pleasant experience for them, as they never heard such musical renditions.
Around 1:30 pm, the caravan arrived to the San Carlos presidential palace in the city center, where they attended the shortest mass ever said by a Catholic priest. It lasted only 13 minutes as they had to continue with their busy agendas. The altar boys were the sons in law of president Lleras.
Next, the president attended a
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private lunch at the palace with 12 special guests after taking a hot and relaxing shower at the palace. Clothes were changed. The president changed his clothes two or three times according to the occasion. Sometimes he wore six shirts a day. The first lady went to visit the Lorencita Villegas de Santos Children's Hospital, named after a former first lady Lorencita Villegas, wife of former president Eduardo Santos. But the first lady was more popular than the president. She drew an even larger crowd than him. Thousands and thousands of people were waiting for her arrival to the hospital.
The smiling and exuberant first lady brought a sound recording Motorola system with two large speakers and fifty long-play records showcasing Elvis Presley,
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the Beatles and other famous musicians from American culture, so the sick children at the hospital would get a head start in immersing themselves in the fascinating, bewildering, yet annoying American culture, its biggest export commodity. Thirty children sang Christmas carols to the first lady. She was delighted.
The children at the hospital suffered from a host of multiple ailments including cancer, leukemia, and tropical diseases such malaria. She promised sending vaccines to the hospital director, Dr. Gutierrez, a crippled man who walked assisted by crutches—muletas—as he suffered from polio since childhood.
The first lady was stricken by the beauty and grace of a young girl, Olivia Canas, a 9-year old,
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who was dying from leukemia. The first lady asked Dr. Gutierrez if there was anything she could do to alleviate her pain. Dr. Gutierrez told her that her leukemia was eating her alive and that it was only a matter of time before her demise.
The first lady asked her what she would like to do and she answered that she would love to go to the United States for a visit and perhaps to visit some amusement parks with merry-go-rounds. The first lady told her that in no time she will travel to the USA and probably would visit her at the White House. Olivia cried and hugged the first lady so strong that nurses had to pull her away.
At 7:15 in the evening and after a short break while they changed clothes again, they returned to the San Carlos presidential palace
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where 400 guests were anxiously waiting to see them and ready to taste the exquisite buffet being offered.
* * * * The San Carlos presidential
palace was elegantly decorated with roses of all colors, claveles, geranios, orchids, and other exotic flowers from the region. The first lady was so impacted by the decoration and the architectural style of the palace that she thought she could renovate the White House by following its style and architecture.
Bellavista lobster was served as the main course accompanied by arequipe, a delicious desert made out of milk and sugar with sodium bicarbonate, guanabana cream, a tropical fruit, in addition to plenty of cups of the famed Colombian
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coffee. After dinner, speeches
followed. President Lleras Camargo thanked Kennedy and the first lady for their visit. President Lleras described in detail the interview Kennedy conducted with him, sixteen years ago in San Francisco. He apologized to him for being so “aloof” during the interview. The crowd cheered and applauded.
The President walked to the podium followed by strong ovations. After the rigorous salutations, the president excused himself for not being able to speak Spanish properly, but he asked the first lady to introduce him. The first lady stood up and with his peculiar soft voice said in spotless Spanish:
“El mas grande sentido de logro y
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felicidad es poder darle a la gente la esperanza de tener una vida mejor, producto del trabajo continuo y constante de tal manera que ellos puedan obtener una vivienda digna y puedan criar a sus hijos saludables y que puedan recibir una buena educacion” (The greatest sense of achievement and happiness is to give people the hope of a better life. Relentless and resilient work produce the benefits of achieving comfortable housing thus being able to provide for the children who could be raised healthy and would be able to receive a good education).
The State Department rightly
and accurately defined the social, economical and political struggles of Latin America in a confidential report in 1960, as follows:
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“The chief obstacle to
modernization is the existence in many Latin American countries of an agrarian, semi-feudal economic structure. The chief guardians of this backward economic structure are the classes which benefit from it--the so-called landholding oligarchy which still more or less governs most of the continent, including especially the Andean nations of Chile, Peru, Ecuador and Colombia. So long as this structure exists, half the population of these countries will be excluded from their national societies and kept in poverty and illiteracy; and, so long as this structure exists, industrializations, economic growth and social mobility will be impossible….”
The president began his speech
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describing the herculean efforts made by Simon Bolivar in order to gain independence from Spain, and outlining the benefits of mutual cooperation between the rich North and the poor South. The president also described in excruciating details the benefit of his “Alliance for Progress” program, which he strongly believed it would be the path to progress for Latin America, as well as fending off the looming threat of communism. He also underscored the benefits and the work done by the Peace Corps already in full implementation.
The Peace Corps program consisted of sending noble and skilled young Americans to distressed regions in Latin America to assist peasants in improving their farming, health and cultural skills. Some of them did such a
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superb job, that they ended up marrying young and beautiful Latin women. The Latin women went wild when watching these tall, perfectly built muscle bodies flashing green or blue eyes, with blond hair boys who wore Levi's jeans, cowboy hats and cowboy boots, who constantly smiled, danced twist, and spoke “trabado” (mambled).
The American boys became absolutely fascinated by observing the softness, swiftness and humbleness of the Latin girls. They even refused eye contact, although after some bribery they gave in. The girls' parents were delighted at the possibility that their daughters would marry a gringo who would take them to the United States of America, the land of milk and honey, as the experts described the
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country, so they could live a life plenty of milk and honey. After all, milk is the most sought after nutritious liquid to fight osteoporosis and hot honey with lemon, is all there is to cure a pesky winter cold.
Word of mouth ran wild about the beauty, the charm and the docility of Colombian women. Enrollment for the program grew exponentially, as it was fashionable among the youth, to spend some years of their lives helping the poor and hoping to grab a poor Latin girl with good attitude.
The gringos quickly figured out that their beloved American women were not going to do laundry, cook their lunch and make the beds for them, whereas the Latin women loved to do household chores in exchange for a
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good grocery shopping and perhaps being awarded a nice but inexpensive dress at the local community store. These culture events would bring unintended consequences in the US-Latin American relationships in the future.
Soon, American husbands figured out that maintaining a “high maintenance” lady was going to be more than they could expect and ladies figured out that having a husband who would provide them with a pitiful weekly grocery shopping was not worth the while.
The president, however, had more pressing issues in his agenda than being concerned about pesky family affairs.
When the president was notified of the success of the Peace
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Corps program and that Latin women made the volunteers crazy, he smiled and thought that perhaps he could implement a similar program with the Soviets.
Mrs. Lincoln, Evelyn Lincoln, President Kennedy's trusted personal secretary since his years as a congressman, always accompanied the president during his frequent state visits. Mrs. Lincoln was the official translator to the president. She was fluent in English, Spanish, German and French. She was now translating the conversation between President Kennedy and President Lleras.
While President Kennedy was enjoying his tasteful Petit Upmann habanos and carrying out an enjoyable and livable conversation with president Lleras, all of the sudden, two gentlemen elegantly
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dressed with tuxedos, one in his eighties, the other in his forties, approached the Presidents’ table. The older gentleman politely asked President Lleras if he could have a word with the president, which he gladly agreed. He stood up and moved to another table.
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IMPORTANT LINKS
The State Visit to Venezuela and Colombia, December 1961
http://www.jfklibrary.org/Asset-Viewer/Archives/USG-01-
A.aspx#ooid=BhcnB3MTpE7Q7TexXKSbV5ro_3-9CiOu
Photos of the Cocuy Mountain http://www.eltiempo.com/Mult
imedia/galeria_fotos/especialcocuy/paisajes-de-el-cocuy_13060032-5
The Orchestra
http://www.luchobermudez.com/