{"id":35435,"date":"2020-10-09T08:52:41","date_gmt":"2020-10-09T13:52:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/radiozapatista.org\/?p=35435"},"modified":"2021-04-12T11:58:31","modified_gmt":"2021-04-12T16:58:31","slug":"quinta-parte-la-mirada-y-la-distancia-a-la-puerta","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/radiozapatista.org\/?p=35435","title":{"rendered":"[:es]Quinta Parte: LA MIRADA Y LA DISTANCIA A LA PUERTA[:en]Part Five: The Gaze and the Distance to the Door.[:]"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>[:es]<a href=\"http:\/\/enlacezapatista.ezln.org.mx\/2020\/10\/09\/quinta-parte-lo-sguardo-e-la-distanza-dalla-porta\/\">Traducione Italiano<\/a><br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/enlacezapatista.ezln.org.mx\/2020\/10\/09\/ezln-quinta-parte-o-olhar-e-a-distancia-da-porta\/\">Tradu\u00e7\u00e3o em portug\u00eas<\/a><br \/>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/radiozapatista.org\/?p=35435&amp;lang=en\">English Translation<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Quinta Parte: LA MIRADA Y LA DISTANCIA A LA PUERTA.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Octubre del 2020.<\/p>\n<p>Supongamos que es posible elegir, por ejemplo, la mirada.\u00a0 Supongamos que usted puede librarse, as\u00ed sea por un momento, de la tiran\u00eda de las redes sociales que imponen no s\u00f3lo qu\u00e9 se mira y de qu\u00e9 se habla, tambi\u00e9n c\u00f3mo mirar y c\u00f3mo hablar.\u00a0 Entonces, supongamos que usted levanta su mirada.\u00a0 M\u00e1s arriba: de lo inmediato a lo local a lo regional a lo nacional a lo mundial.\u00a0 \u00bfLo mira?\u00a0 Cierto, un caos, un desbarajuste, un desorden.\u00a0 Entonces supongamos que usted es un ser humano; vaya, que no es una aplicaci\u00f3n digital que, velozmente, mira, clasifica, jerarquiza, juzga y sanciona.\u00a0 Entonces usted elige qu\u00e9 mirar\u2026 y c\u00f3mo mirar.\u00a0 Pudiera ser, es un supositorio, que mirar y juzgar no sean lo mismo.\u00a0 As\u00ed que usted no s\u00f3lo elige, tambi\u00e9n decide.\u00a0 Cambiar la pregunta de \u201c<em>eso, \u00bfest\u00e1 mal o bien?<\/em>\u201d, a \u201c<em>\u00bfqu\u00e9 es eso?<\/em>\u201d.\u00a0 Claro, la primera cuesti\u00f3n lleva a un debate sabroso (\u00bftodav\u00eda hay debates?).\u00a0 Y de ah\u00ed al \u201c<em>Eso est\u00e1 mal \u2013o bien- porque yo lo digo<\/em>\u201d.\u00a0 O, tal vez, hay una discusi\u00f3n sobre qu\u00e9 es el bien y el mal, y de ah\u00ed a los argumentos y citas con pie de p\u00e1gina.\u00a0 Cierto, tiene usted raz\u00f3n, eso es mejor que recurrir a \u201clikes\u201d y \u201cmanitas arriba\u201d, pero le he propuesto cambiar el punto de partida: elegir el destino de su mirada.<\/p>\n<p>Por ejemplo: usted decide mirar a los musulmanes.\u00a0 Puede usted elegir, por ejemplo, entre quienes perpetraron el atentado contra\u00a0<em>Charlie Hebdo<\/em>\u00a0o entre quienes marchan ahora por los caminos de Francia para reclamar, exigir, imponer sus derechos.\u00a0 Puesto que usted ha llegado a estas l\u00edneas, es muy probable que se decante por los \u201c<em>sans papiers<\/em>\u201d.\u00a0 Claro, tambi\u00e9n se siente usted en la obligaci\u00f3n de declarar que Macron es un imb\u00e9cil.\u00a0 Pero, obviando ese r\u00e1pido vistazo hacia arriba, usted vuelve a mirar los plantones, campamentos y marchas de los migrantes.\u00a0 Usted se pregunta por el n\u00famero.\u00a0 Le parecen muchos, o pocos, o demasiados, o suficientes.\u00a0 Ha pasado de la identidad religiosa a la cantidad.\u00a0 Y entonces usted se pregunta qu\u00e9 quieren, por qu\u00e9 luchan.\u00a0 Y aqu\u00ed usted decide si acude a los medios y las redes para saberlo\u2026 o les escucha.\u00a0 Suponga que les puede preguntar.\u00a0 \u00bfLes pregunta usted su creencia religiosa, cu\u00e1ntos son?\u00a0 \u00bfO les pregunta por qu\u00e9 abandonaron su tierra y decidieron llegar a suelos y cielos que tienen otra lengua, otra cultura, otras leyes, otro modo?\u00a0 Tal vez le respondan con una sola palabra: guerra.\u00a0 O tal vez le detallen lo que esa palabra significa en su realidad de ellos.\u00a0 Guerra.\u00a0 Usted decide investigar: \u00bfguerra d\u00f3nde?\u00a0 O, m\u00e1s mejor. \u00bfpor qu\u00e9 esa guerra?\u00a0 Entonces le abruman con explicaciones: creencias religiosas, disputas territoriales, saqueo de recursos o, simple y llanamente, estupidez.\u00a0 Pero usted no se conforma y pregunta por qui\u00e9n se beneficia de la destrucci\u00f3n, del despoblamiento, de la reconstrucci\u00f3n, de la repoblaci\u00f3n.\u00a0 Encuentra los datos de diversas corporaciones.\u00a0 Investiga a las corporaciones y descubre que est\u00e1n en varios pa\u00edses, y que fabrican no s\u00f3lo armas, tambi\u00e9n autos, cohetes interestelares, hornos de microondas, servicios de paqueter\u00eda, bancos, redes sociales, \u201ccontenido medi\u00e1tico\u201d, ropa, celulares y computadoras, calzado, alimentos org\u00e1nicos y no, empresas navieras, ventas en l\u00ednea, \u00a0trenes, jefes de gobierno y gabinetes, centros de investigaci\u00f3n cient\u00edfica y no, cadenas de hoteles y restaurantes, \u201c<em>fast food<\/em>\u201d, l\u00edneas a\u00e9reas, termoel\u00e9ctricas y, claro, fundaciones de ayuda \u201chumanitaria\u201d.\u00a0 Usted podr\u00eda decir, entonces, que la responsabilidad es de la humanidad o del mundo entero.<\/p>\n<p><!--more-->\u00a0 Pero usted se pregunta si el mundo o la humanidad no son responsables, tambi\u00e9n, de esa marcha, plant\u00f3n, campamento de migrantes, de esa resistencia.\u00a0 Y llega entonces a concluir que, puede ser, es probable, tal vez, es un sistema \u00edntegro el responsable.\u00a0 Un sistema que produce y reproduce el dolor, a quienes lo infligen y a quienes lo padecen.<\/p>\n<p>Ahora vuelva usted la mirada a la marcha que recorre los caminos de la Francia.\u00a0 Suponga que son pocos, muy pocos, que s\u00f3lo es una mujer que carga un su\u00a0<em>pichito.<\/em>\u00a0 \u00bfLe importan ahora su creencia religiosa, su lengua, sus ropas, su cultura, su modo?\u00a0 \u00bfLe importan que sea s\u00f3lo una mujer que carga su\u00a0<em>pichito<\/em>\u00a0en brazos? \u00a0Ahora olv\u00eddese de la mujer por un momento y enfoque su mirada s\u00f3lo en la criatura.\u00a0 \u00bfImporta si es var\u00f3n o hembra u\u00a0<em>otroa<\/em>? \u00bfSu color de piel?\u00a0 Tal vez descubra usted, ahora, que lo que importa es su vida.<\/p>\n<p>Ahora, vaya m\u00e1s all\u00e1, despu\u00e9s de todo ya lleg\u00f3 usted hasta estas l\u00edneas, as\u00ed que unas m\u00e1s no le har\u00e1n da\u00f1o.\u00a0 Ok, no mucho da\u00f1o.<\/p>\n<p>Suponga que esa mujer le habla y usted tiene el privilegio de entender lo que le diga.\u00a0 \u00bfUsted cree que ella le exigir\u00e1 que le pida perd\u00f3n por el color de su piel de usted, su creencia religiosa o no, su nacionalidad, sus antepasados, su lengua, su g\u00e9nero, su modo?\u00a0 \u00bfUsted se apresura a pedirle perd\u00f3n por ser quien es?\u00a0 \u00bfEspera que ella le perdone y usted regrese a su vida con esa cuenta saldada?\u00a0 \u00bfO que ella no le perdone y usted se diga \u201c<em>bueno, al menos lo intent\u00e9 y estoy sinceramente arrepentido de ser quien soy<\/em>\u201d?<\/p>\n<p>\u00bfO teme que ella no le hable, que s\u00f3lo le mire en silencio, y usted sienta que esa mirada le pregunta\u00a0<em>\u201c\u00bfY t\u00fa, qu\u00e9?<\/em>\u201d?<\/p>\n<p>Si llega usted a este razonamiento-sentimiento-angustia-desesperaci\u00f3n, entonces, lo lamento, usted no tiene remedio: usted es un ser humano.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>-*-<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u00a0 Aclarado as\u00ed que usted no es un\u00a0<strong><em>bot<\/em><\/strong>, repita el ejercicio en la Isla de Lesbos; en el Pe\u00f1\u00f3n de Gibraltar; en el Canal de la Mancha; en N\u00e1poles; en el r\u00edo Suchiate; en el r\u00edo Bravo.<\/p>\n<p>Ahora mueva su mirada y busque Palestina, Kurdist\u00e1n, Euskadi y Wallmapu.\u00a0 S\u00ed, lo s\u00e9, marea un poco\u2026 y no es todo.\u00a0 Pero en esos lugares, hay quienes (muchos o pocos o demasiados o suficientes) tambi\u00e9n luchan por la vida.\u00a0 Pero resulta que conciben la vida ligada inseparablemente a su tierra, a su lengua, su cultura, su modo.\u00a0 A eso que el Congreso Nacional Ind\u00edgena nos ense\u00f1\u00f3 a llamar \u201cterritorio\u201d, y que no es s\u00f3lo un pedazo de tierra.\u00a0 \u00bfNo tiene la tentaci\u00f3n de que esas personas le cuenten su historia, su lucha, sus sue\u00f1os?\u00a0 S\u00ed, lo s\u00e9, tal vez sea mejor para usted recurrir a Wikipedia, pero \u00bfno le tienta el escucharlo directamente y tratar de entenderlo?<\/p>\n<p>Regrese ahora a eso que est\u00e1 entre los r\u00edos Bravo y Suchiate.\u00a0 Ac\u00e9rquese a un lugar que se llama \u201cMorelos\u201d.\u00a0 Un nuevo acercamiento de su mirada al municipio de Temoac.\u00a0 Enfoque ahora la comunidad de Amilcingo.\u00a0 \u00bfMira usted esa casa?\u00a0 Es la casa de un hombre que en vida llev\u00f3 el nombre de Samir Flores Soberanes.\u00a0 Frente a esa puerta fue asesinado.\u00a0 \u00bfSu delito?\u00a0 Oponerse a un megaproyecto que representa muerte para la vida de las comunidades a las que pertenece.\u00a0 No, no me equivoqu\u00e9 en la redacci\u00f3n: Samir es asesinado no por defender su vida individual, sino la de sus comunidades.<\/p>\n<p>M\u00e1s a\u00fan: Samir fue asesinado por defender la vida de generaciones que a\u00fan no son ni pensadas.\u00a0 Porque para Samir, para sus compa\u00f1eras y compa\u00f1eros, para los pueblos originarios agrupados en el CNI y para nosotras, nosotros,\u00a0<em>nosotroas<\/em>, zapatistas, la vida de la comunidad no es algo que transcurra s\u00f3lo en el presente.\u00a0 Es, sobre todo, lo que vendr\u00e1.\u00a0 La vida de la comunidad es algo que se construye hoy, pero para el ma\u00f1ana.\u00a0 La vida en la comunidad es algo que se hereda, pues.\u00a0 \u00bfUsted cree que la cuenta se salda si los asesinos \u2013el intelectual y el material- piden perd\u00f3n?\u00a0 \u00bfPiensa que su familia, su organizaci\u00f3n, el CNI, nosotr@s, quedaremos conformes con que pidan perd\u00f3n los criminales?\u00a0 \u201c<em>Perd\u00f3nenme, yo lo se\u00f1al\u00e9 para que los sicarios procedieran a ejecutarlo, y siempre he sido un boquiflojo.\u00a0 Ver\u00e9 de corregirme, o no.\u00a0 Ya les ped\u00ed perd\u00f3n, ahora quiten su plant\u00f3n y vamos a completar la termoel\u00e9ctrica, porque si no, se va a perder mucho dinero<\/em>\u201d\u00a0 \u00bfUsted supone que eso esperan, esperamos, que por eso luchan, luchamos?\u00a0 \u00bfPara que pidan perd\u00f3n?\u00a0 \u00bfQue declaren \u201c<em>disculpen, s\u00ed, asesinamos a Samir y, de paso, con este proyecto, asesinamos a sus comunidades.\u00a0 Ya pues, perd\u00f3nenos.\u00a0 Y si no nos perdonan, pues no nos importa, el proyecto se tiene que completar<\/em>\u201d?<\/p>\n<p>Y resulta que los mismos que pedir\u00edan perd\u00f3n por la termoel\u00e9ctrica, son los mismos del Tren mal llamado \u201cMaya\u201d, los mismos del \u201ccorredor\u00a0<em>trans\u00edstmico<\/em>\u201d, los mismos de presas, minas a cielo abierto y centrales el\u00e9ctricas, los mismos que cierran fronteras para detener la migraci\u00f3n provocada por las guerras que ellos mismos alimentan, los mismos que persiguen al Mapuche, los mismos que masacran al Kurdo, los mismos que destruyen Palestina, los mismos que disparan a los afroamericanos, los mismos que explotan (directa o indirectamente) a trabajadores en cualquier rinc\u00f3n del planeta, los mismos que cultivan y enaltecen la violencia de g\u00e9nero, los mismos que prostituyen a la ni\u00f1ez, los mismos que le esp\u00edan a usted para saber qu\u00e9 le gusta y venderle eso -y si no le gusta nada, pues hacen que le guste-, los mismos que destruyen la naturaleza.\u00a0 Los mismos que quieren hacerle creer, a usted, a los dem\u00e1s, a nosotr@s, que la responsabilidad de ese crimen mundial y en marcha, es responsabilidad de naciones, de creencias religiosas, de resistencia al progreso, de conservadores, de lenguas, de historias, de modos.\u00a0 Que todo se sintetiza en un individuo\u2026 o individua (no olvidar la paridad de g\u00e9nero).<\/p>\n<p>Si se pudiera ir a todos esos rincones de este planeta moribundo, \u00bfqu\u00e9 har\u00eda usted?\u00a0 Bueno, no sabemos. Pero nosotras, nosotros,\u00a0<em>nosotroas<\/em>, zapatistas, ir\u00edamos a aprender.\u00a0 Claro, tambi\u00e9n a bailar, pero una cosa no excluye a la otra, creo.\u00a0 Si hubiera esa oportunidad estar\u00edamos dispuest@s a arriesgarlo todo, todo.\u00a0 No s\u00f3lo nuestra vida individual, tambi\u00e9n nuestra vida colectiva.\u00a0 Y si no existiera esa posibilidad, luchar\u00edamos por crearla.\u00a0 Por construirla, como si de un nav\u00edo se tratara.\u00a0 S\u00ed, lo s\u00e9, es una locura.\u00a0 Algo impensable.\u00a0 \u00bfA qui\u00e9n se le ocurrir\u00eda que el destino de quienes resisten a la termoel\u00e9ctrica, en un peque\u00f1\u00edsimo rinc\u00f3n de M\u00e9xico, le podr\u00eda interesar a Palestina, al Mapuche, al vasco, al migrante, al afroamericano, a la joven ambientalista sueca, a la guerrera kurda, a la mujer que lucha en otra parte del planeta, al Jap\u00f3n, a China, a las Coreas, a Ocean\u00eda, a la \u00c1frica madre?<\/p>\n<p>\u00bfNo deber\u00edamos, en cambio, ir, por ejemplo, a Chablekal, en Yucat\u00e1n, al local del\u00a0<em>Equipo Indignaci\u00f3n<\/em>, y reclamarles:\u00a0<em>\u201c\u00a1Ey! Ustedes son de piel blanca y son creyentes, \u00a1pidan perd\u00f3n!<\/em>\u201d? \u00a0Casi estoy seguro de que responder\u00edan: \u201c<em>no hay problema, pero esperen su turno, porque ahora estamos ocupad@s en acompa\u00f1ar a quienes se resisten al Tren Maya, a quienes sufren despojos, persecuci\u00f3n, c\u00e1rcel, muerte.\u201d\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>Y agregar\u00edan:<\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0 \u201cAdem\u00e1s tenemos que atender la acusaci\u00f3n que el supremo nos hace de que estamos financiadas por los Iluminatti como parte de un complot interplanetario para detener a la 4T<\/em>\u201d.\u00a0 De lo que s\u00ed estoy seguro es que usar\u00edan el verbo \u201cacompa\u00f1ar\u201d, y no los de \u201cdirigir\u201d, \u201cmandar\u201d, \u201cconducir\u201d.<\/p>\n<p>\u00bfO deber\u00edamos mejor invadir las Europas al grito de \u201c<em>\u00a1r\u00edndanse cara-p\u00e1lidas!<\/em>\u201d, y destruir el Parten\u00f3n, el Louvre y el Prado y, en lugar de esculturas y pinturas, llenar todo de bordados zapatistas, especialmente de cubre bocas zapatistas \u2013que, dicho sea de paso, son eficaces y bonitillos-; y, en lugar de pastas, mariscos y paellas, imponer el consumo de elotes,\u00a0<em>cacat\u00e9<\/em>\u00a0y yerba mora; en lugar de refrescos, vinos y cervezas, pozol obligatorio; y quien salga a la calle sin pasamonta\u00f1as, multa o c\u00e1rcel (s\u00ed, opcional, porque tampoco hay que exagerar); y exclamar\u00a0<em>\u201c\u00a1A ver, esos rockeros, marimba obligatoria!\u00a0 \u00a1Y desde ahora puras cumbias, nada de que reggaeton\u00a0<\/em>(\u00bfle tienta, verdad?)<em>!\u00a0<\/em>\u00a0<em>\u00a1A ver t\u00fa, Panchito Varona y Sabina, los dem\u00e1s a los coros, arr\u00e1nquense con \u201cCartas Marcadas\u201d, y en loop, aunque nos den las diez, las once, las doce, la una, las dos y las tres\u2026 y ya, porque ma\u00f1ana hay que madrugar!\u00a0 \u00a1Oyes otro t\u00fa, ex rey pies-en-polvorosa, deja en paz a esos elefantes y ponte a cocinar!\u00a0 \u00a1Sopa de calabaza para toda la corte!\u00a0<\/em>(lo s\u00e9, mi crueldad es exquisita)?<\/p>\n<p>Ahora d\u00edgame: \u00bfusted cree que la pesadilla de los de arriba es que les obliguen a pedir perd\u00f3n?\u00a0 \u00bfNo ser\u00e1 que lo que les puebla el sue\u00f1o de cosas horrendas es que desaparezcan, que no importen, que no se les tome en cuenta, que sean nada, que su mundo se desmorone sin apenas hacer ruido, sin nadie que les recuerde, que les erija estatuas, museos, c\u00e1nticos, d\u00edas de guardar?\u00a0 \u00bfNo ser\u00e1 que les da p\u00e1nico la posible realidad?<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>-*-<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u00a0 Fue de las pocas veces que el finado SupMarcos no recurri\u00f3 a un s\u00edmil cin\u00e9filo para explicar algo.\u00a0 Porque, no est\u00e1n ustedes para saberlo, ni yo para contarles, el difunto pod\u00eda referir las etapas de su corta vida, cada una, a una pel\u00edcula.\u00a0 O acompa\u00f1ar una explicaci\u00f3n sobre la situaci\u00f3n nacional o internacional con un \u201ccomo en la pel\u00edcula tal\u201d.\u00a0 Claro, m\u00e1s de una vez ten\u00eda que recomponer el gui\u00f3n para que se ajustara a lo narrado.\u00a0 Como la mayor\u00eda de nosotros no hab\u00edamos visto el filme referido, y no ten\u00edamos se\u00f1al para consultar en los celulares la wikipedia, pues le cre\u00edamos.\u00a0 Pero no nos desviemos del tema.\u00a0 Esperen, creo que lo dej\u00f3 escrito en alguno de esos papeles que saturan su ba\u00fal de los recuerdos\u2026 \u00a1Aqu\u00ed est\u00e1!\u00a0 Va pues:<\/p>\n<p>\u201c<em>Para entender nuestro empe\u00f1o y el tama\u00f1o de nuestra osad\u00eda, imaginen que la muerte es una puerta que se cruza.\u00a0 Habr\u00e1 muchas y variadas especulaciones sobre lo que hay detr\u00e1s de esa puerta: el cielo, el infierno, el limbo, la nada.\u00a0 Y sobre esas opciones, decenas de descripciones.\u00a0 La vida, entonces, podr\u00eda ser concebida como el camino hacia esa puerta.\u00a0 La puerta, la muerte pues, ser\u00eda as\u00ed un punto de llegada\u2026 o una interrupci\u00f3n, el impertinente tajo de la ausencia hiriendo el aire de la vida.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0<\/em><em>\u00a0 A esa puerta se llegar\u00eda, entonces, con la violencia de la tortura y el asesinato, el infortunio de un accidente, el penoso entornar la puerta en una enfermedad, el cansancio, el deseo.\u00a0 Es decir, aunque la mayor\u00eda de las veces se llegaba a esa puerta sin desearlo ni pretenderlo, tambi\u00e9n ser\u00eda posible que fuera una elecci\u00f3n.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0<\/em><em>\u00a0 En los pueblos originarios, hoy zapatistas, la muerte era una puerta que se plantaba casi al inicio de la vida.\u00a0 La ni\u00f1ez se topaba con ella antes de los 5 a\u00f1os, y la cruzaba entre fiebres y diarreas.\u00a0 Lo que hicimos el primero de enero de 1994 fue tratar de alejar esa puerta.\u00a0 Claro, hubo que estar dispuestos a cruzarla para lograrlo, aunque no lo dese\u00e1ramos.\u00a0 Desde entonces todo nuestro empe\u00f1o ha sido, y es, por alejar esa puerta lo m\u00e1s posible.\u00a0 \u201cAlargar la esperanza de vida\u201d, dir\u00edan los especialistas.\u00a0 Pero vida digna, agregar\u00edamos nosotr@s.\u00a0 Alejarla hasta lograr colocarla a un lado, pero muy adelante del camino.\u00a0 Por eso dijimos al inicio del alzamiento que \u201cpara vivir, morimos\u201d.\u00a0 Porque si no heredamos vida, es decir camino, \u00bfentonces para qu\u00e9 vivimos?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>-*-<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u00a0 Heredar vida.<\/p>\n<p>Eso es precisamente lo que le preocupaba a Samir Flores Soberanes.\u00a0 Y eso es lo que puede sintetizar la lucha del\u00a0<strong><em>Frente de Pueblos en Defensa del Agua y de la Tierra de Morelos, Puebla y Tlaxcala<\/em><\/strong>, en su resistencia y rebeld\u00eda contra la Termoel\u00e9ctrica y el llamado \u201cProyecto Integral Morelos\u201d.\u00a0 A sus demandas de detener y desaparecer un proyecto de muerte, el mal gobierno responde argumentando que se perder\u00eda mucho dinero.<\/p>\n<p>Ah\u00ed, en Morelos, se sintetiza la confrontaci\u00f3n actual en todo el mundo: dinero versus vida.\u00a0 Y en ese enfrentamiento, en esa guerra, ninguna persona honesta deber\u00eda ser neutral: o con el dinero, o con la vida.<\/p>\n<p>As\u00ed que, podr\u00edamos concluir, la lucha por la vida no es una obsesi\u00f3n en los pueblos originarios.\u00a0 Es m\u00e1s bien\u2026 una vocaci\u00f3n\u2026 y colectiva.<\/p>\n<p>Vale.\u00a0 Salud y que no olvidemos que perd\u00f3n y justicia no son lo mismo.<\/p>\n<p>Desde las monta\u00f1as de Los Alpes, dudando qu\u00e9 invadir primero: \u00bfAlemania, Austria, Suiza, Francia, Italia, Eslovenia, M\u00f3naco, Liechtenstein?\u00a0 Nah, es broma\u2026 \u00bfo no?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>El SupGaleano practicando su \u201cg\u00f3mito\u201d m\u00e1s elegante.<\/p>\n<p>M\u00e9xico, Octubre del 2020.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Del Cuaderno de Apuntes del Gato-Perro:\u00a0<\/strong>Una monta\u00f1a en alta mar.<strong>\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong>Parte I: La balsa.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u201c<em>Y en los mares de todos los mundos que en el mundo son,<br \/>\n<\/em><em>se miraron monta\u00f1as que se mov\u00edan sobre el agua y, con el<br \/>\nrostro negado, mujeres, hombres y otroas sobre ellas<\/em>\u201d.<br \/>\n<small><strong>\u201cCr\u00f3nicas del ma\u00f1ana\u201d. Don Durito de La Lacandona. 1990.<\/strong><\/small><\/p>\n<p>\u00a0 Al tercer intento fallido,\u00a0<em>Maxo<\/em>\u00a0qued\u00f3 pensativo y, despu\u00e9s de unos segundos, exclam\u00f3: \u201c<em>Quiere lazo<\/em>\u201d.\u00a0 \u201c<em>Te lo dije<\/em>\u201d, obvi\u00f3 Gabino.\u00a0 Los restos de la balsa flotaban dispersos, chocando unos con otros al gusto de la corriente del r\u00edo que, haciendo honor a su nombre de \u201cColorado\u201d, se pintaba del barro rojizo que arrancaba de las orillas.<\/p>\n<p>Llamaron entonces a un escuadr\u00f3n miliciano de caballer\u00eda, que lleg\u00f3 al ritmo de la \u201cCumbia Sobre el R\u00edo Suena\u201d, del maestro Celso Pi\u00f1a.\u00a0 Fueron empatando los lazos e hicieron dos tramos largos.\u00a0 Mandaron a un equipo del otro lado del r\u00edo.\u00a0 Amarrados sus lazos a la balsa, ambos grupos podr\u00edan controlar el trayecto del nav\u00edo sin que acabara deshecho, arrastrado el manojo de troncos por un r\u00edo que ni siquiera se daba por enterado del intento de navegaci\u00f3n.<\/p>\n<p>El desprop\u00f3sito en curso surgi\u00f3 despu\u00e9s de que se decidi\u00f3 la invasi\u00f3n\u2026, perd\u00f3n, la visita a los cinco continentes.\u00a0 Y pues ya ni modos.\u00a0 Porque, cuando se vot\u00f3, y al final el SupGaleano les dijo \u201c<em>est\u00e1n locos, no tenemos barco<\/em>\u201d,\u00a0<em>Maxo<\/em>\u00a0respondi\u00f3: \u201c<em>hacemos uno<\/em>\u201d.\u00a0 R\u00e1pido empezaron a hacer propuestas.<\/p>\n<p>Como todo lo absurdo en tierras zapatistas, la construcci\u00f3n del \u201cbarco\u201d convoc\u00f3 a la banda de Defensa Zapatista.<\/p>\n<p>\u201c<em>Las compa\u00f1eras van a morir miserablemente<\/em>\u201d, sentenci\u00f3 Esperanza, con su ya legendario optimismo (en alg\u00fan libro la ni\u00f1a encontr\u00f3 esa palabra y entendi\u00f3 que era para referirse a algo horrible e irremediable, y la usa al contentillo: \u201c<em>Mis mamaces me peinaron miserablemente<\/em>\u201d,\u00a0 \u201c<em>La maestra me puso tache miserablemente<\/em>\u201d, y as\u00ed), cuando al cuarto intento, la balsa se desmadej\u00f3 casi inmediatamente.<\/p>\n<p>\u201c<em>Y los compa\u00f1eros<\/em>\u201d, se sinti\u00f3 el Pedrito obligado a a\u00f1adir, dudando si la solidaridad de g\u00e9nero era conveniente en ese destino\u2026 miserable.<\/p>\n<p>\u201c<em>Nah<\/em>\u201d, replic\u00f3 Defensa.\u00a0 \u201c<em>Compa\u00f1eros como quiera repones, pero compa\u00f1eras\u2026 \u00bfd\u00f3nde vas a encontrar?\u00a0 Compa\u00f1era, de veras compa\u00f1era, no cualquiera<\/em>\u201d.<\/p>\n<p>La pandilla de Defensa estaba colocada estrat\u00e9gicamente.\u00a0 No para contemplar los avatares de los comit\u00e9s para construir el barco.\u00a0 Defensa y Esperanza ten\u00edan tomada de las manos a Calamidad, quien ya hab\u00eda intentado dos veces lanzarse al r\u00edo para rescatar la balsa, y en ambas fue\u00a0<em>tacleada<\/em>\u00a0por el Pedrito, el Pablito y el amado Amado.\u00a0 El caballo choco y el gato-perro fueron arrollados desde el arranque.\u00a0 Se preocupaban innecesariamente.\u00a0 Cuando el SupGaleano vio que llegaba la horda, asign\u00f3 3 pelotones de milicianas en la orilla del r\u00edo.\u00a0 Con su habitual diplomacia y sin dejar de sonre\u00edr, el Sup les dijo: \u201c<em>Si esa ni\u00f1a llega al agua, todas mueren<\/em>\u201d.<\/p>\n<p>Despu\u00e9s del \u00e9xito en el sexto intento, los comit\u00e9s probaban cargando la balsa de lo que llamaron \u201ccosas esenciales\u201d para el viaje (una especie de kit de supervivencia zapatista): un costal de tostadas, panela, un costalillo de caf\u00e9, algunas bolas de pozol, un tercio de le\u00f1a, un trozo de nailon por si llueve.\u00a0 Quedaron contemplando y se dieron cuenta de que algo faltaba.\u00a0 Claro, no tardaron en traer una marimba.<\/p>\n<p><em>Maxo<\/em>\u00a0fue donde el Monarca y el SupGaleano revisaban unos dise\u00f1os de los que les contar\u00e9 en otra ocasi\u00f3n y dijo: \u201c<em>O\u00ed, Sup, quiere que les mandes carta a los del otro lado: que busquen lazo y que lo empatan para que est\u00e9 un buen de largo, y lanzan hasta ac\u00e1 y entonces desde las dos orillas vamos moviendo el \u201cbarco\u201d.\u00a0 Pero quiere que se organizan, porque si cada quien lanza una cuerda por su lado, pues nom\u00e1s no llegan.\u00a0 Quiere que los empatan pues, y organizados<\/em>\u201d.<\/p>\n<p><em>Maxo<\/em>\u00a0no esper\u00f3 a que el SupGaleano saliera de su desconcierto, y tratara de explicarle que hab\u00eda una gran diferencia entre una balsa hecha con troncos amarrados con bejuco, y un barco para cruzar el Atl\u00e1ntico.<\/p>\n<p><em>Maxo<\/em>\u00a0se fue a supervisar la prueba de la balsa con toda la impedimenta.\u00a0 Discutieron qui\u00e9n sub\u00eda para probar con personas, pero el r\u00edo latigueaba con un rumor t\u00e9trico, as\u00ed que optaron por hacer un mu\u00f1eco y trincarlo en medio de la embarcaci\u00f3n.\u00a0\u00a0<em>Maxo<\/em>\u00a0era como el ingeniero naval porque, hace a\u00f1os, cuando una delegaci\u00f3n zapatista fue a apoyar el campamento Cucap\u00e1, se meti\u00f3 al Mar de Cort\u00e9s.\u00a0\u00a0<em>Maxo<\/em>\u00a0no explic\u00f3 que casi se ahoga porque el pasamonta\u00f1as se le peg\u00f3 a nariz y boca y no pod\u00eda respirar. \u00a0Cual viejo lobo de mar explic\u00f3: \u201c<em>es como un r\u00edo, pero sin corriente, y m\u00e1s doble, un buen tanto, como la laguna de Miramar<\/em>\u201d.<\/p>\n<p>El SupGaleano estaba tratando de descifrar c\u00f3mo se dice \u201clazo\u201d en alem\u00e1n, italiano, franc\u00e9s, ingl\u00e9s, griego, euskera, turco, sueco, catal\u00e1n, finland\u00e9s, etc., cuando la mayor Irma se acerc\u00f3 y le dijo \u201c<em>ponle que no est\u00e1n solas<\/em>\u201d.\u00a0 \u201c<em>Ni solos<\/em>\u201d, agreg\u00f3 el teniente coronel Rolando.\u00a0 \u201c<em>Ni soloas<\/em>\u201d, aventur\u00f3 la Marijose, que lleg\u00f3 para pedir a los musiqueros que hagan una versi\u00f3n del Lago de los Cisnes pero en cumbia.\u00a0 \u201c<em>As\u00ed, alegre pues, que se bailen pues, que no est\u00e9 triste su coraz\u00f3n<\/em>\u201d.\u00a0 Los musiqueros preguntaron qu\u00e9 cosa es \u201ccisnes\u201d.\u00a0 \u201c<em>Son como patos pero m\u00e1s bonitillos, como que estiraron mucho su pescuezo y as\u00ed quedaron.\u00a0 Que sea que son como jirafas pero caminan como patos<\/em>\u201d. \u00a0\u201c<em>\u00bfSe comen?<\/em>\u201d, preguntaron los musiqueros, que sab\u00edan que ya era la hora del pozol y s\u00f3lo hab\u00edan llegado para dejar la marimba.\u00a0 \u201c<em>\u00a1C\u00f3mo crees!, los cisnes se bailan<\/em>\u201d.\u00a0 Los musiqueros se dijeron que una versi\u00f3n de \u201cpollito con papas\u201d podr\u00eda servir.\u00a0 \u201c<em>Lo vamos a estudiar<\/em>\u201d, dijeron, y se fueron a tomar pozol.<\/p>\n<p>Mientras tanto Defensa Zapatista y Esperanza convenc\u00edan a Calamidad de que, puesto que el SupGaleano estaba ocupado, su champa estaba vac\u00eda y era muy probable que hubiera escondido un paquete de mantecadas en la caja del tabaco.\u00a0 Calamidad dudaba, as\u00ed que tuvieron que decirle que all\u00e1 podr\u00edan jugar a las palomitas.\u00a0 Se fueron.\u00a0 El Sup les vio alejarse, pero no se preocup\u00f3, era imposible que encontraran el escondite de las mantecadas, ocultas bajo bolsas de tabaco\u00a0<em>hongueado<\/em>, y, dirigi\u00e9ndose al Monarca y se\u00f1alando unos diagramas, le pregunt\u00f3 \u201c<em>\u00bfEst\u00e1s seguro de que no se hunde?\u00a0 Porque se ve que va a estar pesado<\/em>\u201d.\u00a0 El Monarca qued\u00f3 pensando y respondi\u00f3: \u201c<em>De repente<\/em>\u201d.\u00a0 Y luego dijo, serio: \u201c<em>pues que lleven vejigas, as\u00ed flotan<\/em>\u201d (nota: vejigas = globos).<\/p>\n<p>El Sup suspir\u00f3 y dijo: \u201c<em>m\u00e1s que un barco, lo que necesitamos es un poco de cordura<\/em>\u201d. \u00a0\u201c<em>Y m\u00e1s lazo<\/em>\u201d, a\u00f1adi\u00f3 el SubMoy, que iba llegando justo en el momento en que la balsa, hasta el tope de carga, se hund\u00eda.<\/p>\n<p>Mientras en la orilla el grupo de Comit\u00e9s contemplaba los restos del naufragio y la marimba flotando patas arriba, alguien dijo: \u201c<em>suerte que no subimos el equipo de sonido, \u00e9se es m\u00e1s caro<\/em>\u201d.<\/p>\n<p>Todos aplaudieron cuando sali\u00f3 a flote el mu\u00f1eco de trapo.\u00a0 Alguien, previsor, le hab\u00eda puesto, bajo los brazos, dos vejigas infladas.<\/p>\n<p>Doy fe.<br \/>\nMiau-Guau.<\/p>\n<p>Videos:<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/4ba1Yc6lkQc\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><br \/>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/5k-QLyo9Hoc\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><br \/>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/KTmatjyd4KM\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;[:en]<a href=\"https:\/\/radiozapatista.org\/?p=35435\">Espa\u00f1ol<\/a><br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/enlacezapatista.ezln.org.mx\/2020\/10\/09\/quinta-parte-lo-sguardo-e-la-distanza-dalla-porta\/\">Traducione Italiano<\/a><br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/enlacezapatista.ezln.org.mx\/2020\/10\/09\/ezln-quinta-parte-o-olhar-e-a-distancia-da-porta\/\">Tradu\u00e7\u00e3o em portug\u00eas<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Part Five: The Gaze and the Distance to the Door.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>October 2020<\/p>\n<p>Let\u2019s suppose it is possible to choose where to direct your own gaze. Suppose that you could free yourself, if only for a moment, from the tyranny of social networks that impose not only what you see and talk about, but also how you see and how you talk. Then, suppose that you lift your gaze higher: from the immediate to the local to the regional to the national to the global. Can you see that far? Yes, it\u2019s chaos, confusion and disorder out there. Then let\u2019s suppose you are a human being, not a digital application that quickly scans, classifies, orders, judges and sanctions, and as such, you choose where to look\u2026 and how to look. It could be (this is just a hypothetical) that looking and judging aren\u2019t the same thing, such that you don\u2019t just choose where to direct your gaze, you also decide what your inquiry is, shifting the question from \u201cIs this good or bad?\u201d to \u201cWhat is this?\u201d Of course, the former implies a juicy debate (are there still debates?), which in turn leads to \u201cThis is good\u2014or bad\u2014because I say so.\u201d Or perhaps to a discussion about what good and evil are, and from there to arguments and citations with footnotes. Yes, you\u2019re right, that\u2019s better than resorting to \u201clikes\u201d and \u201cthumbs up\u201d, but what I\u2019m proposing is to change the starting point: choose where to direct your gaze.<\/p>\n<p><!--more-->For example: you decide to direct your gaze to Muslims. You could choose to look, for example, at those who perpetrated the\u00a0<em>Charlie Hebdo<\/em>\u00a0attacks, or at those who are currently marching through the streets of France to voice and demand their rights. Since you\u2019ve read this far, it\u2019s likely that you would opt for the \u201c<em>sans papiers<a href=\"http:\/\/enlacezapatista.ezln.org.mx\/2020\/10\/11\/part-five-the-gaze-and-the-distance-to-the-door\/#_edn1\" name=\"_ednref1\"><strong>[i]<\/strong><\/a>.<\/em>\u201d Of course, you also feel obligated to declare that Macron is an imbecile. But, that quick look upwards aside, you again turn to look at the migrants\u2019 protest encampments and marches. You ask how many of them are out there\u2014seems like a lot, or a few, or too many, or just enough. Your interest has moved from their religious identity to their numbers. Then you ask yourself what they want, why they struggle. Here you have to decide whether to turn to the media and social networks to find out\u2026 or whether to listen to the migrants directly. Suppose you could talk to them. Would you ask them about their religion, or how many of them are there? Or would you ask them why they left their homeland and decided to come to these distant lands with a different language, culture, laws and customs? Perhaps they will answer you with a single word: war. Or perhaps they will give details of what that word means in their reality. War. You decide to look into it: war where? Or better yet, why war? They overwhelm you with explanations: religious beliefs, territorial disputes, theft of natural resources or simply stupidity. But you aren\u2019t satisfied yet and you ask who benefits from the destruction, the depopulation, the reconstruction and the repopulation. You come across the names of many different corporations. You look into these corporations and discover that they are located in several countries and that they manufacture not just weapons, but also cars, interstellar rockets, microwave ovens, packing and shipping services, banks, social networks, \u201cmedia content\u201d, clothing, cell phones and computers, underwear, organic food and non-organic food, shipping companies, online sales, trains, heads of state and cabinet members, scientific and non-scientific research centers, hotel and restaurant chains, fast food, airlines, thermoelectric plants, and, of course, \u201chumanitarian\u201d aid foundations. You could say, then, that the responsibility lies with humanity or the whole world.<\/p>\n<p>But you ask yourself whether the world or humanity aren\u2019t also responsible for the march and the migrant encampment, for that resistance. You conclude that, yes, maybe, it\u2019s possible that a whole system is responsible: a system that produces and reproduces the pain as well as those who inflict it and those who endure it.<\/p>\n<p>Now you return your gaze to the march making its way through France. Suppose that there are few, very few people, that there\u2019s just one woman carrying her baby. Do you care about her religious beliefs, her language, her clothing, her culture, her customs? Does it matter that she\u2019s just one woman carrying her baby in her arms? Now forget about the woman for a moment and focus your gaze just on her little one. Does it matter whether it\u2019s a boy, girl, or\u00a0<em>other<\/em>? Does the child\u2019s skin color matter? Perhaps you discover then that what matters is its life.<\/p>\n<p>Now go further. After all, you\u2019ve gotten this far, so a few more lines won\u2019t do you any harm. Not much at least.<\/p>\n<p>Suppose that woman speaks to you and you have the privilege of understanding what she says. Do you think she\u2019ll demand that you ask her forgiveness for the color of your skin, for your religious beliefs or lack thereof, for your nationality, your ancestors, your language, your gender, or your customs? Are you in a hurry to apologize to her for being who you are? Do you think she\u2019ll forgive you and then you can go back to your life with that debt fully paid? Or that she won\u2019t forgive you, and you\u2019ll be able to say, \u201c<em>Well, at least I tried, and I am sincerely sorry for being who I am\u201d?<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Or are you afraid that she won\u2019t talk to you, that she\u2019ll just look at you silently and you\u2019ll sense that her gaze asks, \u201c<em>And you?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n<p>If you arrive at this reasoning-feeling-anguish-desperation, well then, I\u2019m sorry, there\u2019s no cure for you: you\u2019re a human being.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>-*-<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Thus assured that you\u2019re not a bot, repeat this exercise on the Island of Lesbos, the Rock of Gibraltar, the English Channel, Naples, the Suchiate River and the R\u00edo Grande.<\/p>\n<p>Now turn your gaze and look for Palestine, Kurdistan, Euskadi<a href=\"http:\/\/enlacezapatista.ezln.org.mx\/2020\/10\/11\/part-five-the-gaze-and-the-distance-to-the-door\/#_edn2\" name=\"_ednref2\">[ii]<\/a>\u00a0and Wallmapu<a href=\"http:\/\/enlacezapatista.ezln.org.mx\/2020\/10\/11\/part-five-the-gaze-and-the-distance-to-the-door\/#_edn3\" name=\"_ednref3\">[iii]<\/a>. I know, it\u2019s dizzying\u2026 and there are many more places to look. But in these places there are people (whether many or few, too many or just enough) who also struggle for life. And they understand life as inseparably tied to their land, their language, their culture, their customs; what the National Indigenous Congress [CNI] taught us to call \u201cterritory,\u201d which isn\u2019t just a piece of land. Wouldn\u2019t you like those people to tell you their stories, their struggle, their dreams? I know, perhaps you\u2019re thinking it would be easier just to check Wikipedia, but isn\u2019t it tempting to hear it from them directly and try to understand?<\/p>\n<p>Return now to what\u2019s between the Suchiate River and the R\u00edo Grande. Go to a place called \u201cMorelos.\u201d Then turn your gaze to the municipality of Temoac, and focus on the community of Amilcingo. Do you see that house? That\u2019s the home of a man who was called Samir Flores Soberanes. In front of that door, he was murdered. His crime? Opposing a megaproject that represented the death of the life of the communities to which he belonged. No, I haven\u2019t misspoken: Samir was killed not for defending his individual life, but for defending the life of his communities.<\/p>\n<p>What\u2019s more, Samir was murdered for defending the life of yet unthought generations. For Samir, as for his\u00a0<em>compa\u00f1eras<\/em>\u00a0and\u00a0<em>compa\u00f1eros<\/em>, and for the originary peoples that make up the CNI and for us,\u00a0<em>nosotros, nosotras, nosotroas<\/em>\u00a0Zapatistas, the life of a community doesn\u2019t take place only in the present: it is above all what is to come. The life of a community is something that is built today, but built for tomorrow. That is, life in community is something that is passed on to future generations. Do you think that the debt of his death is paid if the intellectual and material authors of the murder ask for forgiveness? Do you think that his family, his organization, the CNI,\u00a0<em>nosotr@s<\/em>, will be satisfied by the criminals\u2019 apology? \u201c<em>Forgive me, I put the price on his head for the hit men to take him out; I\u2019ve always been quite the gossip. I\u2019ll try to be better<\/em>\u2014<em>or not. All right then, I\u2019ve asked for forgiveness, now get rid of your protest encampment so we can finish the thermoelectric plant, or else a lot of money is going to be lost.<\/em>\u201d Do you think that\u2019s what they\u2019re waiting for, that that\u2019s what we\u2019re waiting for, that that\u2019s why they struggle and why we struggle: for them to apologize? For them to declare, \u201c<em>Oh sorry, yes, we murdered Samir and what\u2019s more, this megaproject is murdering your communities. Our bad. All right, forgive us already. Though if you won\u2019t forgive us it doesn\u2019t matter anyway, the project must go on<\/em>\u201d?<\/p>\n<p>It turns out that the same people who would ask forgiveness for the thermoelectric plant are behind the badly named \u201cMayan\u201d Train, the \u201cTrans-isthmus Corridor\u201d, the dams, the open pit mines and the electric power plants. They\u2019re the same people who close borders to stop migration flows triggered by the wars that they themselves encourage. They\u2019re the same ones who pursue the Mapuche people, massacre the Kurds, destroy Palestine, and shoot African Americans; who directly or indirectly exploit workers in every corner of the globe; who cultivate and glorify gender violence and prostitute children; who spy on you to know what you like and sell it to you (and if you don\u2019t like anything, to make you like it); the same ones who destroy nature. They\u2019re the same people who want to make you, us, and everyone else believe that responsibility for these global crimes being carried out lies with particular nations and religions, with resistance to progress, with conservatives, with certain languages, histories, or ways of being, or that everything can be synthesized in one individual (an\u00a0<em>individuo\u2026\u00a0<\/em>or\u00a0<em>individua \u2013\u00a0<\/em>don\u2019t neglect gender equality!).<\/p>\n<p>If you could go to all those corners of our moribund planet, what would you do? Well, we don\u2019t know what you\u2019d do, but we Zapatistas,\u00a0<em>nosotros<\/em>,\u00a0<em>nosotras<\/em>,\u00a0<em>nosotroas\u00a0<\/em>would go to learn. To dance, too, of course, but I don\u2019t think the two are mutually exclusive. If that opportunity existed we would be willing to risk everything for it: not just our individual lives but our collective life. And if that possibility didn\u2019t exist, we would do everything possible to create it, to construct it, as if it were a vessel. Yes, I know it\u2019s crazy\u2014unthinkable even. Who would have thought that the destiny of people resisting a thermoelectric plant in a tiny corner of Mexico could be of interest to Palestinians, to the Mapuche, to the Basque people, to migrants, to African Americans, to a young Swedish environmentalist, to a Kurdish woman warrior, to women struggling in other parts of the planet; to Japan, China, the Koreas, Oceania and Mother Africa?<\/p>\n<p>On the contrary, shouldn\u2019t we go, for example, to Chablekal, in the Yucatan Peninsula, to the office of\u00a0<em>Equipo Indignaci\u00f3n<\/em>\u00a0[Team Indignation] and demand, \u201c<em>Hey! You guys are religious and have white skin: ask our forgiveness!<\/em>\u201d I\u2019m almost certain they would respond, \u201c<em>No problem, but you\u2019ll wait your turn because right now we\u2019re busy accompanying those who are resisting the Mayan Train and suffering displacement, persecution, prison and death.<\/em>\u201d And they would add:<\/p>\n<p>\u201c<em>Also, right now we\u2019re dealing with the accusation by the Supreme Leader that we\u2019re financed by the Illuminati as part of an interplanetary conspiracy to stop the 4T.<\/em>\u201d<a href=\"http:\/\/enlacezapatista.ezln.org.mx\/2020\/10\/11\/part-five-the-gaze-and-the-distance-to-the-door\/#_edn4\" name=\"_ednref4\">[iv]<\/a>\u00a0What I am sure of is that they would use the verb \u201caccompany\u201d and not \u201cdirect,\u201d \u201cmanage\u201d or \u201ccontrol.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Or should we invade Europe with a cry of \u201c<em>Surrender, pale-faces!\u201d\u00a0<\/em>and then proceed to destroy the Parthenon, the Louvre, and the Prado, and instead of sculptures and paintings, fill everything with Zapatista embroidery, especially Zapatista face masks\u2014which, can I just say, are both effective and attractive. Instead of pasta, seafood and paella we could impose a diet of\u00a0<em>elote<\/em>,\u00a0<em>cacat\u00e9,<\/em>\u00a0and\u00a0<em>yerba mora;<\/em>\u00a0instead of soda, wine, and beer we could introduce obligatory\u00a0<em>pozol<a href=\"http:\/\/enlacezapatista.ezln.org.mx\/2020\/10\/11\/part-five-the-gaze-and-the-distance-to-the-door\/#_edn5\" name=\"_ednref5\"><strong>[v]<\/strong><\/a><\/em>; and for whoever is caught out on the street without a ski mask, either a fine or prison time (one or the other, no reason to go overboard). We could also announce, \u201c<em>Listen rockstars, from now on you play\u00a0<\/em>marimba<em>! And we only want to hear\u00a0<\/em>cumbias<em>, no more reggaeton (<\/em>tempting, right<em>?). Hey you two, Panchito Varona<a href=\"http:\/\/enlacezapatista.ezln.org.mx\/2020\/10\/11\/part-five-the-gaze-and-the-distance-to-the-door\/#_edn6\" name=\"_ednref6\"><strong>[vi]<\/strong><\/a>\u00a0and Sabina<a href=\"http:\/\/enlacezapatista.ezln.org.mx\/2020\/10\/11\/part-five-the-gaze-and-the-distance-to-the-door\/#_edn7\" name=\"_ednref7\"><strong>[vii]<\/strong><\/a>\u2014everybody else join the chorus\u2014let\u2019s hear \u201c<\/em>Cartas Marcadas<em>\u201d<a href=\"http:\/\/enlacezapatista.ezln.org.mx\/2020\/10\/11\/part-five-the-gaze-and-the-distance-to-the-door\/#_edn8\" name=\"_ednref8\"><strong>[viii]<\/strong><\/a>, on loop, even if it\u2019s 10pm, 11, 12, 1am, 2am, 3am\u2026 we\u2019ll cut it off then because we have to get up early tomorrow! And you over there, fugitive ex-King<a href=\"http:\/\/enlacezapatista.ezln.org.mx\/2020\/10\/11\/part-five-the-gaze-and-the-distance-to-the-door\/#_edn9\" name=\"_ednref9\"><strong>[ix]<\/strong><\/a>, leave those elephants alone and get cooking! Squash soup for the whole court! (<\/em>I know, isn\u2019t my cruelty is exquisite<em>)\u201d?<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Now you tell me: do you think the nightmare of those above is that they be forced to apologize? Could it be, rather, that their worst nightmare is to disappear, to cease to matter, for no one to care about them anymore, that they become nothing, that their world collapses without making a sound and without anyone remembering them, erecting statues, museums, chants, or days of remembrance? Could it be that that possible reality is what really causes them panic?<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">-*-<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">It was one of few occasions when the defunct SupMarcos did not resort to a cinematic comparison to explain something. You all weren\u2019t around to know and I wasn\u2019t around to tell, but the late SupMarcos would explain all of the stages of his short life with reference to a film. Or he\u2019d illustrate any explanation of the national or international situation with the phrase \u201cjust like in such-and-such movie.\u201d Of course, oftentimes he\u2019d have to modify the script to address the situation at hand, but since most of us had never seen the film nor did we have internet connections to check Wikipedia on our cellphones, we believed him. But let\u2019s not get off topic. Wait a sec, I think he left it written here somewhere in this pile of papers that fill his old trunk\u2026. Here it is! Okay, here goes:<\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cTo understand our determination and the size of our audacity, imagine that death is a doorway. There are endless speculations about what\u2019s behind the door\u2014heaven, hell, limbo, nothing\u2014and dozens of descriptions of all of those options. Life, then, could be imagined as a path to that door. The door\u2014death that is\u2014would be in that case a point of arrival\u2026 or an interruption, an impertinent slash of absence wounding the air of life.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>One would arrive at that door, then, via the violence of torture and murder, an unfortunate accident, the painful half-closing of the door in sickness, through fatigue or through desire. That is, while the majority arrive to that door without wanting to or meaning to, it is also possible for it to be a choice.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Among the originary peoples that today are Zapatistas, before, death was a door introduced early, almost as of birth. Children often reached that door before five years of age, crossing over with fever and diarrhea. What we tried to do on January 1, 1994, was push that door into the distance. We did of course have to be ready to go through the door in our effort to achieve that goal, although that wasn\u2019t what we wanted. Since then, our determination has been and continues to be to push that door as far into the distance as possible, to \u201cextend life expectancy\u201d as the experts say. Dignified life, we would add. We try to distance that door to the point that it can be pushed off to the side, very far ahead of us. That\u2019s why we said from the beginning of the uprising that \u201cwe would die in order to live.\u201d After all, if we do not hand down life\u2014that is, a path\u2014to the next generations, then what did we live for?<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>-*-<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>To hand down life.<\/p>\n<p>That is precisely what Samir Flores Soberanes tried to do, and that is what is encapsulated in the struggle of the\u00a0<em>Frente de Pueblos en Defensa del Agua y de la Tierra de Morelos, Puebla y Tlaxcala [People\u2019s Front in Defense of the Water and Land of Morelos, Puebla, and Tlaxcala] and their resistance and rebellion against the thermoelectric plant and the poorly named \u201cIntegrated Project for Morelos.\u201d The government\u2019s argument against their demand to cease and remove that death project has been that it will lose a lot of money.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>What\u2019s happening in Morelos summarizes the current conflict across the entire world: money versus life. In that confrontation, in that war, no honest person can be neutral: one is on the side of money or one is on the side of life.<\/p>\n<p>We could conclude, then, that the struggle for life isn\u2019t an obsession among originary peoples. It\u2019s more like a vocation\u2026 a collective one.<\/p>\n<p>All right then. Cheers and don\u2019t forget that forgiveness and justice are not the same.<\/p>\n<p>From the mountains of the Alps, wondering where to invade first: Germany, Austria, Switzerland, France, Italy, Slovenia, Monaco, Liechtenstein? Just kidding\u2026 or not.<\/p>\n<p>SupGaleano practicing his most elegant wretching.<\/p>\n<p>Mexico, October of 2020.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>From the notebook of the Cat-Dog:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>A Mountain on the High Seas. Part I: The Raft<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><em>\u201cIn the seas of all of the worlds of this world,\u00a0<\/em><em>there were<\/em><em>\u00a0mountains that move<\/em><em>d<\/em><em>\u00a0above the water and upon them<\/em>\u00a0<em>the\u00a0<\/em><em>obscured<\/em><em>\u00a0faces of women, men, and others.\u201d\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u201cChronicles of Tomorrow,\u201d Don Durito de La Lacandona, 1990.<\/p>\n<p>After a third failed attempt, Maxo paused thoughtfully for a few seconds before exclaiming, \u201c<em>We need a rope<\/em>.\u201d \u201c<em>Told you<\/em>\u201d replied Gabino. The remainders of the raft dispersed and collided in the water, running into each other in accord with the current of the river which, true to its name of \u201cColorado,\u201d took on the tint of the red clay of its banks.<\/p>\n<p>They called in a\u00a0<em>milliciano<\/em>\u00a0cavalry battalion which arrived to the rhythm of \u201cCumbia Sobre el R\u00edo Suena\u201d\u00a0<em>[Cumbia by the River]<\/em>\u00a0by the great Celso Pi\u00f1a. They tied several ropes together, making two large sections, and sent one team to the other side of the river. Tying their ropes to the raft, both groups could control the direction of the vessel without it breaking up, pulling the pile of logs along a river that was itself quite unaware of the navigation effort.<\/p>\n<p>The illogical act in process had emerged after we had decided upon the invasion \u2026 oh pardon me, I meant the visit to the five continents. So the deed had been done. When the idea was voted on and SupGaleano said, \u201c<em>Y<\/em><em>ou all are crazy, we don\u2019t have a boat<\/em>,\u201d Maxo responded, \u201c<em>W<\/em><em>e\u2019ll build one<\/em>.\u201d And immediately the proposals started to flow.<\/p>\n<p>As with all things absurd in Zapatista territory, the construction of the \u201cboat\u201d got the attention of Defensa Zapatista\u2019s gang.<\/p>\n<p>On the fourth attempt, as the boat weakened almost immediately, Esperanza declared, with her legendary optimism, \u201c<em>The\u00a0<\/em>compa\u00f1eras<em>\u00a0are going to die wretchedly<\/em><em>.<\/em>\u201d (She had come across that word in a book and understood it meant something horrible and irreparable, and began to use it indiscriminately: \u201c<em>My mom fixed my hair wretchedly<\/em>,\u201d \u201c<em>The teacher marked up my homework wretchedly<\/em>,\u201d and so on).<\/p>\n<p>\u201c<em>The\u00a0<\/em>compa\u00f1eros<em>\u00a0too<\/em>!\u201d Pedrito piped up, though not entirely sure gender solidarity was appropriate when the destiny was\u2026 wretched.<\/p>\n<p>\u201c<em>Nah<\/em>,\u201d Defensa replied, \u201cCompa\u00f1eros<em>\u00a0are easy to replace, but\u00a0<\/em>compa\u00f1eras<em>\u2026 where\u00a0<\/em><em>would we even begin<\/em><em>? A real\u00a0<\/em>compa\u00f1era<em>\u2026 that\u2019s no<\/em><em>t just anybody!<\/em><em>\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Defensa\u2019s gang was positioned strategically, not to contemplate the ups and downs of the CCRI [Indigenous Revolutionary Clandestine Committee] members\u2019 attempts to build the raft, but rather so that Defensa and Esperanza could hold onto both Calamidad\u2019s hands after the little girl had twice already tried to throw herself into the river to rescue the boat. Both times she was intercepted by Pedrito, Pablito, and the beloved Amado. The one-eyed horse and the cat-dog were dumbfounded from the beginning, worrying unnecessarily. As soon as SupGaleano saw the gang arrive, he assigned three militia units to the bank of the river and instructed, with his typical smiling diplomacy,\u00a0<em>\u201cIf that little girl\u00a0<\/em><em>makes it into<\/em><em>\u00a0the water,\u00a0<\/em><em>you\u2019re all dead<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>After some success on the sixth attempt, the CCRI members tried filling the boat with what they called trip \u201cessentials\u201d (a kind of Zapatista survival kit): a bag of tostadas,\u00a0<em>panela<\/em>\u00a0[cane sugar], a gunny sack of coffee, some maize prepared for\u00a0<em>pozol<\/em>, a bundle of firewood, and a piece of plastic in case of rain. After thinking a bit they realized something was missing, and without delay the marimba was brought to the banks.<\/p>\n<p>Maxo approached el Monarca and SupGaleano who were looking over some designs that I\u2019ll tell you about on another occasion and said,\u00a0<em>\u201cHey Sup, you\u2019re going to have to send a letter to the other side and tell them to\u00a0<\/em><em>get<\/em><em>\u00a0a rope and tie it up to make a long piece and throw one end over\u00a0<\/em><em>here\u00a0<\/em><em>so that from both banks we can get the \u201cboat\u201d moving. But they\u2019re going to have to get organized because if each side just throws the<\/em><em>ir<\/em><em>rope out\u00a0<\/em><em>whichever way,<\/em><em>\u00a0it\u2019s not going to\u00a0<\/em><em>reach<\/em><em>. We\u2019re going to have to be organized and tie the ropes up properly.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Maxo didn\u2019t wait for SupGaleano to emerge from his confusion and try to explain that there was a big difference between a log raft tied together with reed and a boat that could cross the Atlantic.<\/p>\n<p>Maxo left to go supervise the trial run of the raft loaded with supplies. They were debating who should get on to test it out with people on board, but the river thrashed about with an ominous rumbling, so they opted for making a rag doll and tying it to the middle of the raft. Maxo was acting as the naval engineer because years ago, when a Zapatista delegation went to support the Cucap\u00e1 encampment, Maxo got into the Gulf of California. He hadn\u2019t explained to anyone that he almost drowned because his ski mask stuck to his nose and mouth and he couldn\u2019t breathe. Like an old sea dog he explained to the others:\u00a0<em>\u201c[the Gulf] is like a river but without a current, and\u00a0<\/em><em>thicker<\/em><em>,\u00a0<\/em><em>by a lot<\/em><em>, like the Miramar Lagoon.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p>SupGaleano was trying to decipher how to say \u201crope\u201d in German, Italian, French, English, Greek, Basque, Turkish, Swedish, Catalan, Finnish, etc., when Major Irma approached and said, \u201c<em>tell them they are not alone [solas]<\/em>.\u201d \u201c<em>Or alone [solos]!\u201d\u00a0<\/em>Marijose added, who had come to ask the musicians to compose a\u00a0<em>cumbia<\/em>\u00a0version of Swan Lake. \u201c<em>A<\/em><em>\u00a0happy version, one you can dance to, so their hearts are not sad<\/em>.\u201d The musicians asked what \u201cswans\u201d were. \u201c<em>They\u2019re\u00a0<\/em><em>like\u00a0<\/em><em>ducks but prettier, like they stretched out their necks and got stuck that way. They\u2019re like giraffes\u00a0<\/em><em>but they<\/em><em>\u00a0walk like ducks<\/em>.\u201d \u201c<em>Can you eat them?\u201d<\/em>\u00a0the musicians asked. It was lunchtime and they had only shown up to deliver the\u00a0<em>marimba<\/em>. \u201cOh for pity\u2019s sake, no, swans are for dancing!\u201d The musicians muttered among themselves that a version of \u201cPollito con papas<a href=\"http:\/\/enlacezapatista.ezln.org.mx\/2020\/10\/11\/part-five-the-gaze-and-the-distance-to-the-door\/#_edn10\" name=\"_ednref10\">[x]<\/a>\u201d might work. \u201c<em>We\u2019ll study up,<\/em>\u201d they said and went to have their\u00a0<em>pozol<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>Meanwhile, Defensa Zapatista and Esperanza convinced Calamidad that given that SupGaleano was busy, his hut was probably empty and it was very likely that he had a package of honeybuns hidden away in his tobacco tin. Calamidad was doubtful so they had to tell her that they could play popcorn (making corn kernels explode like firecrackers) when they got there. Off they went. The Sup saw them wander off in that direction but he wasn\u2019t worried, the honeybun hideaway was impossible to find, buried as it was under bags of moldy tobacco. He looked at Monarca and gestured to one of the diagrams. \u201c<em>You sure that\u2019s not going to sink? It\u2019s going to be heavy<\/em>.\u201d Monarca paused and thought a moment and then replied, \u201c<em>H<\/em><em>mm<\/em><em>,<\/em>\u00a0<em>it could<\/em>.\u201d He then added seriously, \u201c<em>T<\/em><em>hey should take balloons just in case, so they can float<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The Sup sighed and said, \u201c<em>W<\/em><em>hat we need more than a boat is some sense<\/em>.\u201d \u201c<em>And more rope!<\/em>\u201d added SubMoy who had arrived just as the raft, weighed down with cargo, sank.<\/p>\n<p>While the CCRI members contemplated the remains of the shipwreck from the riverbank and the marimba floated by, bottom up, someone said, \u201c<em>G<\/em><em>ood thing we didn\u2019t put the sound system on there, that would have been expensive<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Everybody applauded when the rag doll floated to the surface. Somebody, with some foresight, had put two inflated balloons under her arms.<\/p>\n<p>I give my word.<\/p>\n<p>Meow-Woof.<\/p>\n<p>Videos:<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/4ba1Yc6lkQc\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"><\/iframe><br \/>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/5k-QLyo9Hoc\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"><\/iframe><br \/>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/KTmatjyd4KM\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/enlacezapatista.ezln.org.mx\/2020\/10\/11\/part-five-the-gaze-and-the-distance-to-the-door\/#_ednref1\" name=\"_edn1\">[i]<\/a>\u00a0French for \u201cundocumented.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/enlacezapatista.ezln.org.mx\/2020\/10\/11\/part-five-the-gaze-and-the-distance-to-the-door\/#_ednref2\" name=\"_edn2\">[ii]<\/a>\u00a0Refers to Basque country.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/enlacezapatista.ezln.org.mx\/2020\/10\/11\/part-five-the-gaze-and-the-distance-to-the-door\/#_ednref3\" name=\"_edn3\">[iii]<\/a>\u00a0Refers to Mapuche territory.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/enlacezapatista.ezln.org.mx\/2020\/10\/11\/part-five-the-gaze-and-the-distance-to-the-door\/#_ednref4\" name=\"_edn4\">[iv]<\/a>\u00a0L\u00f3pez Obrador deemed his own governing project the \u201cFourth Transformation\u201d (4T), supposedly on par with historic events such as Mexican Independence (1810), a period of reform in the mid-19th century, and the Mexican Revolution (1910). On August 28, 2020, L\u00f3pez Obrador\u2019s administration declared that opposition to his government\u2019s pet project [the \u201cMayan Train\u201d] was financed by foreign foundations linked to the US State Department. See https:\/\/www.proceso.com.mx\/645590\/fundaciones-extranjeras-financian-oposicion-al-tren-maya-acusa-amlo<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/enlacezapatista.ezln.org.mx\/2020\/10\/11\/part-five-the-gaze-and-the-distance-to-the-door\/#_ednref5\" name=\"_edn5\">[v]<\/a>\u00a0<em>Elote<\/em>\u00a0is fresh corn on the cob,\u00a0<em>cacat\u00e9<\/em>\u00a0is a fruit typical in Chiapas,\u00a0<em>yerba mora<\/em>\u00a0is black nightshade, and\u00a0<em>pozole<\/em>\u00a0is a beverage made of ground maize mixed with water, all common in Zapatista territory.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/enlacezapatista.ezln.org.mx\/2020\/10\/11\/part-five-the-gaze-and-the-distance-to-the-door\/#_ednref6\" name=\"_edn6\">[vi]<\/a>\u00a0Renowned Spanish rock music writer and producer.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/enlacezapatista.ezln.org.mx\/2020\/10\/11\/part-five-the-gaze-and-the-distance-to-the-door\/#_ednref7\" name=\"_edn7\">[vii]<\/a>\u00a0Joaqu\u00edn Sabina, legendary Spanish songwriter and musician.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/enlacezapatista.ezln.org.mx\/2020\/10\/11\/part-five-the-gaze-and-the-distance-to-the-door\/#_ednref8\" name=\"_edn8\">[viii]<\/a><em>\u201cCartas marcadas\u201d (<\/em>\u201cMarked Cards\u201d) is a popular song sung by Pedro Infante in the classic 1948 film of the same name. The EZLN has referenced this song many times over the years, including when a protest encampment of Zapatista residents of the community of Amador Hernandez sang the song to soldiers maintaining the Mexican military occupation of the area in 1999. See https:\/\/www.jornada.com.mx\/1999\/08\/19\/payan.html<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/enlacezapatista.ezln.org.mx\/2020\/10\/11\/part-five-the-gaze-and-the-distance-to-the-door\/#_ednref9\" name=\"_edn9\">[ix]<\/a>\u00a0Former Spanish King Juan Carlos I fled the country earlier this year to avoid court cases relating to corruption charges against him. In 2012 photos came to light showing him hunting elephants in Botswana while Spain was in the midst of an extreme economic crisis.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/enlacezapatista.ezln.org.mx\/2020\/10\/11\/part-five-the-gaze-and-the-distance-to-the-door\/#_ednref10\" name=\"_edn10\">[x]<\/a>\u00a0\u201c<em>Pollito con papas<\/em>\u201d (Chicken and fries) is a cumbia by Los Vaskez, for which their 1986 album is named.[:]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>[:es]Traducione Italiano Tradu\u00e7\u00e3o em portug\u00eas English Translation Quinta Parte: LA MIRADA Y LA DISTANCIA A LA PUERTA. Octubre del 2020. Supongamos que es posible elegir, por ejemplo, la mirada.\u00a0 Supongamos que usted puede librarse, as\u00ed sea por un momento, de la tiran\u00eda de las redes sociales que imponen no s\u00f3lo qu\u00e9 se mira y de [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":35436,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6,1024,955,118,958,954,959,961,953],"tags":[644,920,926,567,1317],"class_list":["post-35435","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-chiapas","category-cni-temas","category-ezln-temas","category-ezln","category-megaproyectos","category-mexico","category-migracion","category-mujeres","category-mundo","tag-comunicados-ezln","tag-europa","tag-ezln","tag-megaproyectos","tag-travesia-por-la-vida"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/radiozapatista.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35435","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/radiozapatista.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/radiozapatista.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/radiozapatista.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/radiozapatista.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=35435"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/radiozapatista.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35435\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":35501,"href":"https:\/\/radiozapatista.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35435\/revisions\/35501"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/radiozapatista.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/35436"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/radiozapatista.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=35435"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/radiozapatista.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=35435"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/radiozapatista.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=35435"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}