{"id":8936,"date":"2013-11-17T17:01:39","date_gmt":"2013-11-17T23:01:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/radiozapatista.org\/?p=8936"},"modified":"2014-03-03T10:35:00","modified_gmt":"2014-03-03T16:35:00","slug":"rebobinar-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/radiozapatista.org\/?p=8936","title":{"rendered":"REBOBINAR 3."},"content":{"rendered":"<p><!--:es--><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em><strong>Que explica el  porqu\u00e9 de ese extra\u00f1o t\u00edtulo y de los que le seguir\u00e1n, que narra el  excepcional encuentro entre un escarabajo y un ser desconcertante  (quiero decir, m\u00e1s desconcertante que el escarabajo), y las reflexiones  no coyunturales y sin importancia que en \u00e9l se dieron; as\u00ed como la forma  en la que, aprovechando un aniversario, el Sup intenta explicar, sin  lograrlo, c\u00f3mo ven l@s zapatistas su propia historia.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><!--:--><!--:en--><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Here we explain the reasons behind this strange  title and those that will follow, narrate the story of an exceptional  encounter between a beetle and a perplexing being (that is, more  perplexing than the beetle) and the reflections of no immediate  relevance or importance which occurred therein; and finally, given a  particular anniversary, the Sub tries to explain, unsuccessfully, how  the Zapatistas see their own history.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><!--:--><!--more--><!--:es--><br \/>\nNoviembre del 2013.<\/p>\n<p>A quien corresponda:<\/p>\n<p>ADVERTENCIA.- Como se advirti\u00f3 en el texto autodenominado \u201c<em>Malas y no tan malas noticias<\/em>\u201d,  no se hicieron p\u00fablicos los textos que anteced\u00edan al susodicho.\u00a0 Ergo,  lo que vamos a hacer es \u201crebobinar\u201d (o, como quien dice, darle \u201c<em>rewind<\/em>\u201d  a la cinta) para llegar a lo que se supon\u00eda iba a aparecer el d\u00eda de  muertos.\u00a0 Cumplido lo cual, puede usted proceder a darle a la lectura en  orden inverso al orden inverso en el que ir\u00e1n apareciendo y entonces  as\u00ed tendr\u00e1 usted\u2026 mmh\u2026 olv\u00eddelo, hasta yo ya me hice pelotas.\u00a0 El caso  es que se entienda el esp\u00edritu de, como quien dice, \u201cretrospectiva\u201d, o  sea que uno va para all\u00e1 pero se regresa para ver c\u00f3mo es que a uno le  dio por ir para all\u00e1.\u00a0 \u00bfEst\u00e1 claro?\u00a0 \u00bfNo?<\/p>\n<p>ADVERTENCIA A LA ADVERTENCIA.-\u00a0 Los textos que siguen a continuaci\u00f3n  no contienen ninguna referencia a las situaciones actuales,  coyunturales, trascendentes, importantes, etc., ni tienen implicaciones o  referencias pol\u00edticas, ni nada de eso.\u00a0 Son textos \u201cinocentes\u201d, como  \u201cinocentes\u201d son todos los escritos de quien se autodenomina \u201cel <em>supcomandante<\/em> <em>de acero inoxidable<\/em>\u201d  (o sea yo merengues).\u00a0 Cualquier parecido o semejanza con hechos o  personas de la vida real es mera esquizofrenia\u2026 s\u00ed, como la situaci\u00f3n  internacional y nacional donde se puede ver que\u2026 ok, ok, ok, nada de  pol\u00edtica.<\/p>\n<p>ADVERTENCIA AL CUBO.-\u00a0 En el muy improbable caso que usted se sienta  aludido por lo que a continuaci\u00f3n se dice, est\u00e1 rotundamente equivocado\u2026  o es un fan vergonzante de las teor\u00edas de la conspiraci\u00f3n ad hoc (que  se puede traducir a \u201cpara cada falla, hay una teor\u00eda de la conspiraci\u00f3n  para explicarlo todo y reiterar los errores\u201d.<\/p>\n<p>Va:<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">-*-<\/p>\n<p><strong>P.D. El primer encuentro de Durito con el Gato-Perro.-<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Durito estaba serio.\u00a0 Pero no con la falsa impostura de un  funcionario cualquiera de un gobierno cualquiera.\u00a0 Estaba serio como  cuando una pena grande nos abofetea el rostro y nada hay que hacer, como  no sea maldecir\u2026 o contar un cuento.<\/p>\n<p>Enciende la pipa Don Durito de La Lacandona, errante y errado  caballero, consuelo de los afligidos, alegr\u00eda de los ni\u00f1os, anhelo  imposible de mujeres y otr@s, inalcanzable espejo para varones, desvelo  de tiranos y tiranuelos, inc\u00f3moda tesis para ignorantes pedantes.<\/p>\n<p>Mirando arrobado la luz de nuestros desvelos, casi en un susurro narra, para que yo la\u00a0 transcriba:<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><em>LA HISTORIA DEL GATO-PERRO<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><em>(De como Durito conoci\u00f3 al Gato-Perro y de lo que dijeron esa madrugada sobre los fanatismos)<\/em>.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>A simple vista, el gato-perro parece perro\u2026 bueno, m\u00e1s bien gato\u2026 o perro\u2026hasta que ma\u00falla\u2026 o gato\u2026 hasta que ladra.<\/p>\n<p>El gato-perro es una inc\u00f3gnita para bi\u00f3logos terrestres y marinos  (\u00bfen qu\u00e9 tabla de clasificaci\u00f3n de los seres vivos acomodamos este  caso?), caso irresoluble para la psicolog\u00eda (una cirug\u00eda neuronal no  descubre el centro cerebral que define la <em>perrunez<\/em> o la <em>gatez<\/em>),  misterio para la antropolog\u00eda (\u00bflos usos y costumbres al mismo tiempo  semejantes y antit\u00e9ticos?), desesperaci\u00f3n para la jurisprudencia (\u00bfqu\u00e9  derechos y deberes emanan del ser y no ser?), el santo grial de la  ingenier\u00eda gen\u00e9tica (imposible privatizar ese escurridizo ADN).\u00a0 En  suma: el eslab\u00f3n perdido que echar\u00eda abajo todo el darwinismo de  laboratorio, c\u00e1tedra, simposio, reiterada moda cient\u00edfica.<\/p>\n<p>Pero perm\u00edtanme narrarles lo que ocurri\u00f3:<\/p>\n<p>Como es ley, era madrugada.\u00a0 Una lucecita bastaba para definir la  sombra.\u00a0 Quieto, caminaba s\u00f3lo con los pasos de la memoria.\u00a0 Entonces  escuch\u00e9 claramente que alguien dec\u00eda:<\/p>\n<p><em> \u201cUn fan\u00e1tico es alguien que, con verg\u00fcenza, esconde una duda\u201d.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>No sin antes darle la raz\u00f3n en mis adentros, me acerqu\u00e9 y lo encontr\u00e9.\u00a0 Sin mediar presentaci\u00f3n alguna, le pregunt\u00e9:<\/p>\n<p>\u2212 <em>Ah, de modo que usted es\u2026 un perro<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>\u2212 <em>Miau<\/em> \u2212 me respondi\u00f3.<\/p>\n<p>\u2212<em>\u2026 O m\u00e1s bien un gato<\/em> \u2212 dije dudando.<\/p>\n<p>\u2212 <em>guau<\/em> \u2212 replic\u00f3.<\/p>\n<p>\u2212 <em>Bueno, un gato-perro<\/em> \u2212 dije y me dije.<\/p>\n<p>\u2212 <em>Eso<\/em> \u2212 dijo\u2026 o cre\u00ed que dijo.<\/p>\n<p>\u2212 <em>Y la vida, \u00bfc\u00f3mo va?<\/em> \u2212 pregunt\u00e9 (y yo transcrib\u00ed sin  dudarlo, dispuesto a no dejarme sorprender con nada, puesto que era un  escarabajo quien me dictaba esta singular historia).<\/p>\n<p>\u2212 <em>A ratos vale la pena<\/em> \u2212 respondi\u00f3 con una especie de ronroneo \u2212<em>. A ratos como perros y gatos<\/em> \u2212 gru\u00f1\u00f3.<\/p>\n<p>\u2212 <em>\u00bfEs un problema de identidad?<\/em> \u2212 dije encendiendo la pipa y sacando mi <em>esmarfon<\/em>&#8211;<em>tablet<\/em> <em>multitouch<\/em> para escribir (en realidad se trata de un cuaderno de esos  engargolados, pero Durito se las quiere dar de muy moderno \u2212nota del  escribano\u2212).<\/p>\n<p>\u2212 <em>Nah, uno no elige qui\u00e9n es pero s\u00ed qui\u00e9n puede ser<\/em> \u2212 ladr\u00f3 desde\u00f1oso el gato-perro \u2212. <em>Y la vida no es m\u00e1s que ese complicado tr\u00e1nsito, logrado o trunco, de una cosa a la otra<\/em> \u2212 agreg\u00f3 con un maullido.<\/p>\n<p>\u2212 <em>Entonces, \u00bfgato o perro?<\/em> \u2013 pregunt\u00e9.<\/p>\n<p>\u2212<em> Gato-perro<\/em> \u2212 dijo \u00e9l como se\u00f1alando lo obvio.<\/p>\n<p>\u2212 <em>\u00bfY qu\u00e9 lo trae por estas tierras?<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u2212 <em>Una ella, qu\u00e9 va a ser<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>\u2212 <em>Ah<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>\u2212 <em>Le voy a cantar, porque algunos gatos saben<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>\u2212 <em>Err\u2026 antes de su serenata, que no dudo sea un canto excelso a la  f\u00e9mina que lo inquieta, \u00bfme podr\u00eda aclarar lo que dijo al inicio de su  participaci\u00f3n en este cuento?<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u2212 <em>\u00bfLo del fanatismo?<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u2212 <em>S\u00ed, era algo como que hay quien esconde sus dudas de fe detr\u00e1s del culto irracional<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>\u2212 <em>Eso<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>\u2212 <em>Pero, \u00bfc\u00f3mo evitar el instalarse en uno de los tenebrosos  cuartos de esa torva casa de espejos que es el fanatismo?\u00a0 \u00bfC\u00f3mo  resistirse a los reclamos y chantajes para instalarse y militar en el  fanatismo religioso o laico, el m\u00e1s antiguo s\u00ed, pero no el \u00fanico actual?<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u2212 <em>Simple<\/em> \u2212 dice lac\u00f3nico el gato-perro\u2212, <em>no entrando.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em> Construir muchas casas, cada quien la suya.\u00a0 Abandonar el miedo a la diferencia.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Porque hay algo igual o peor que un fan\u00e1tico religioso, y es un  fan\u00e1tico anti religioso, el fanatismo laico.\u00a0 Y digo que puede ser peor  porque \u00e9ste \u00faltimo acude a la raz\u00f3n como coartada.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Y, claro, sus equivalentes: al homof\u00f3bico y machista, la fobia a  lo heterosexual y el hembrismo.\u00a0 Y sume usted el largo etc\u00e9tera de la  historia de la humanidad.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em> Los fan\u00e1ticos de la raza, el color, el credo, el g\u00e9nero, la  pol\u00edtica, el deporte, etc\u00e9tera, son, al final de cuentas, fan\u00e1ticos de  s\u00ed mismos.\u00a0 Y todos comparten el mismo miedo a lo diferente. Y  encasillan al mundo entero en la cerrada caja de las opciones  excluyentes: \u201csi no eres tal, entonces eres lo contrario\u201d.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u2212 <em>\u00bfQuiere usted decir, mi estimado, que los que critican a los fan\u00e1ticos deportivos son iguales? \u2013 <\/em>interrumpi\u00f3 Durito.<\/p>\n<p>\u2212 <em>Es lo mismo.\u00a0 Ah\u00ed tiene, por ejemplo, la pol\u00edtica y el deporte,  ambos de paga: en los dos los fan\u00e1ticos piensan que lo profesional es lo  que cuenta; en ambos son meros espectadores aplaudiendo o abucheando a  los contrincantes, festejando victorias que no son suyas y lamentando  derrotas que no les pertenecen; en ambos culpan a los jugadores, al  \u00e1rbitro, a la cancha, al contrario; en ambos esperan que \u201ca la siguiente  s\u00ed\u201d; ambos piensan que si cambian de t\u00e9cnico, de estrategia o de  t\u00e1ctica entonces se resolver\u00e1 todo; en ambos persiguen a los fan\u00e1ticos  contrarios; en ambos se ignora que el problema est\u00e1 en el sistema.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u2212 <em>\u00bfEst\u00e1 usted hablando de f\u00fatbol?<\/em> \u2212<em> <\/em>pregunta Durito mientras saca un bal\u00f3n autografiado por \u00e9l mismo.<\/p>\n<p>\u2212 <em>No s\u00f3lo de f\u00fatbol.\u00a0 En todo, el problema es qui\u00e9n es el que manda, el due\u00f1o, el que dicta las reglas.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>En los dos \u00e1mbitos se desprecia lo que no sea de paga: el f\u00fatbol  llanero o callejero, la pol\u00edtica que no confluya en coyunturas  electorales.\u00a0 \u201cSi no se gana dinero, \u00bfpara qu\u00e9 entonces?\u201d, se preguntan.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u2212 <em>Ah, \u00bfest\u00e1 usted hablando de pol\u00edtica?<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u2212 Ni pensarlo.\u00a0 Aunque, por ejemplo, cada d\u00eda que pasa es m\u00e1s  evidente que lo que llaman \u201cel Estado Nacional Moderno\u201d es un mont\u00f3n de  ruinas en venta de ocasi\u00f3n, y que las clases pol\u00edticas respectivas se  empe\u00f1an en rehacer, una y otra vez, la c\u00faspide de un castillo de naipes  derruido, sin darse cuenta que las barajas de la base est\u00e1n  completamente rotas y ajadas, incapaces de mantenerse erguidas, ya no  digamos de sostener algo.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u2212 <em>Mmh\u2026 ser\u00e1 dif\u00edcil poner eso en un tuit <\/em>\u2212 dice Durito mientras cuenta para ver si se ajusta a los 140 caracteres.<\/p>\n<p>\u2212 <em>La clase pol\u00edtica moderna se disputa qui\u00e9n ser\u00e1 el piloto de un avi\u00f3n que hace tiempo se estrell\u00f3 en la realidad neoliberal <\/em>\u2212 sentencia el gato-perro y Durito agradece con una venia.<\/p>\n<p>\u2212 <em>\u00bfEntonces qu\u00e9 hacer? <\/em>\u2212 pregunta Durito mientras guarda con recato su bander\u00edn de Los Jaguares de Chiapas.<\/p>\n<p>\u2212 <em>Eludir la trampa que sostiene que libertad es poder elegir entre dos opciones impuestas.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Todas las opciones terminantes son una trampa.\u00a0 No hay s\u00f3lo dos  caminos, de la misma forma que no hay dos colores, dos sexos, dos  creencias.\u00a0 As\u00ed que ni ah\u00ed, ni all\u00e1.\u00a0 Mejor hacer un nuevo camino que s\u00ed  vaya a donde uno quiere ir.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u2212 <em>\u00bfConclusi\u00f3n? <\/em>\u2212 pregunta Durito.<\/p>\n<p>\u2212 <em>Ni perro, ni gato.\u00a0 Gato-perro, para no servirle a usted.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em> Y que nadie juzgue ni condene lo que no entiende, porque lo  diferente es una muestra de que no todo est\u00e1 perdido, que hay todav\u00eda  mucho que mirar y escuchar, que hay otros mundos a\u00fan por descubrir\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Se fue el gato-perro que, como su nombre lo indica, tiene las  desventajas del perro y las del gato\u2026 y ninguna de sus ventajas, si es  que las hubiere.<\/p>\n<p>Ya amanec\u00eda cuando escuch\u00e9 una mezcla de maullido y ladrido sublime.\u00a0  Era el gato-perro cant\u00e1ndole, desafinado, a la luz de nuestros mejores  sue\u00f1os.<\/p>\n<p>Y en alguna madrugada, tal vez lejana a\u00fan en el calendario y en  incierta geograf\u00eda, ella, la luz que me desvela y devela, entender\u00e1 que  hubo trazos ocultos y para ella hechos, que tal vez s\u00f3lo entonces le  ser\u00e1n revelados o los reconoce ahora en estas letras, y sabr\u00e1 en ese  momento que no importaba qu\u00e9 caminos anduvieran mis pasos: porque ella  fue, es y ser\u00e1, siempre, el \u00fanico destino que vale la pena.<\/p>\n<p>Tan-tan.<\/p>\n<p><strong>P.D.- En la que el Sup trata de explicar, en modo multimedia post  moderno, la forma en que l@s zapatistas ven y se ven en su historia  propia.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Bueno, primero hay que aclarar que para nosotras, nosotros, nuestra  historia no es s\u00f3lo lo que hemos sido, lo que nos ha pasado, lo que  hemos hecho.\u00a0 Es tambi\u00e9n, y sobre todo, lo que queremos ser y hacer.<\/p>\n<p>Ahora bien, en esta avalancha de medios audiovisuales que van desde  el cine 4D y las televisiones LED 4K, hasta las pantallas policromas y <em>multitouch<\/em> de los celulares (que muestran la realidad en colores que, perm\u00edtanme  la digresi\u00f3n, no tienen nada qu\u00e9 ver con la realidad), podemos ubicar,  en una improbable \u201cl\u00ednea del tiempo\u201d, nuestro modo de ver nuestra  historia con\u2026 el <em>kinetoscopio<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>S\u00ed, ya s\u00e9 que me fui un poco lejos, a los or\u00edgenes del cine, pero con  eso del internet y las m\u00faltiples wikis que lo abundan y redundan, no  tendr\u00e1 usted problema en saber a qu\u00e9 me refiero.<\/p>\n<p>A veces, podr\u00eda parecer que nos acercamos a los formatos 8 y s\u00faper 8,  y aun as\u00ed el formato de 16 mil\u00edmetros sigue estando lejano.<\/p>\n<p>Quiero decir, nuestro modo de explicar nuestra historia parece como  una imagen de movimiento continuo y repetitivo, con algunas variaciones  que dan esa sensaci\u00f3n de m\u00f3vil inmovilidad.\u00a0 Siempre atacados y  perseguidos, siempre resistiendo; siempre siendo aniquilados, siempre  reapareciendo.\u00a0 Tal vez por eso las denuncias de las bases de apoyo  zapatistas, hechas a trav\u00e9s de sus Juntas de Buen Gobierno, tienen tan  pocas lecturas.\u00a0 Es como si uno ya hubiera le\u00eddo eso antes y s\u00f3lo  cambiaran los nombres y las geograf\u00edas.<\/p>\n<p>Pero tambi\u00e9n aqu\u00ed nos mostramos.\u00a0 Por ejemplo, en:<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/enlacezapatista.ezln.org.mx\/2013\/11\/13\/la-jbg-corazon-del-arco-iris-de-la-esperanza-caracol-iv-torbellino-de-nuestras-palabras-denuncia-hostigamiento-y-agresiones\/\" target=\"_blank\">http:\/\/enlacezapatista.ezln.org.mx\/2013\/11\/13\/la-jbg-corazon-del-arco-iris-de-la-esperanza-caracol-iv-torbellino-de-nuestras-palabras-denuncia-hostigamiento-y-agresiones\/<\/a><\/p>\n<p>Y s\u00ed, es un poco como si en esas im\u00e1genes en movimiento de Edison, de 1894, en su kinetoscopio (\u201c<em>Annie Oackley\u201d<\/em>),  nosotros fu\u00e9ramos la moneda lanzada al aire, mientras la se\u00f1orita  civilizaci\u00f3n nos dispara una y otra vez (s\u00ed, el gobierno ser\u00eda el  empleado servil que lanza la moneda).\u00a0 O como si en <em>\u201cLa llegada del tren\u201d<\/em> de los Hermanos Lumiere, de 1895, nosotros fu\u00e9ramos quienes permanecen  en el and\u00e9n mientras el tren del progreso llega y se va.\u00a0 Al final de  este texto encontrar\u00e1 unos videos que le ayudar\u00e1n a entender esto.<\/p>\n<p>Pero he aqu\u00ed que el colectivo que somos toma y hace cada fotograma,  lo dibuja y lo pinta viendo la realidad que fuimos y somos, muchas veces  con los negros de persecuciones y c\u00e1rceles, con los grises del  desprecio, y con el rojo del despojo y la explotaci\u00f3n.\u00a0 Pero tambi\u00e9n con  el color marr\u00f3n y verde que somos de la tierra que somos.<\/p>\n<p>Cuando alguien de fuera se detiene a mirar nuestra \u201cpel\u00edcula\u201d, por lo regular comenta: <em>\u201c\u00a1qu\u00e9 h\u00e1bil tiradora!<\/em>\u201d\u00a0 O <em>\u201c\u00a1qu\u00e9 arriesgado empleado que arroja la moneda al aire sin temor de ser herido!\u201d<\/em>, pero nadie comenta nada de la moneda.<\/p>\n<p>O, en el tren de los Lumiere, dicen: \u201c<em>pero qu\u00e9 tontos, \u00bfpor qu\u00e9 siguen en el and\u00e9n y no se suben al tren?<\/em>\u201d.\u00a0 O \u201c<em>he ah\u00ed una muestra m\u00e1s de que los ind\u00edgenas est\u00e1n como est\u00e1n porque no quieren progresar<\/em>\u201d.\u00a0 Alguno m\u00e1s aventura <em>\u201c\u00bfViste qu\u00e9 ropa tan rid\u00edcula usaban en esa \u00e9poca?<\/em>\u201d.\u00a0 Pero si alguien nos preguntara por qu\u00e9 no subimos a ese tren, nosotros dir\u00edamos \u201c<em>porque  las estaciones que siguen son \u201cdecadencia\u201d, \u201cguerra\u201d, \u201cdestrucci\u00f3n\u201d, y  el destino final es \u201ccat\u00e1strofe\u201d.\u00a0 La pregunta pertinente no es por qu\u00e9  no nos subimos nosotros, sino por qu\u00e9 no se bajan ustedes<\/em>\u201d.<\/p>\n<p>Quienes vienen a estar con nosotros para mirarnos mir\u00e1ndonos, para  escucharnos, para aprendernos en la escuelita, descubren que, en cada  fotograma, l@s zapatistas hemos agregado una imagen que no es  perceptible a simple vista.\u00a0 Como si el movimiento aparente de las  im\u00e1genes ocultara lo particular que cada fotograma contiene.\u00a0\u00a0 Eso que  no se ve en el trasiego cotidiano es la historia que seremos.\u00a0 Y no hay <em>esmarfon<\/em> que capture esas im\u00e1genes.\u00a0 S\u00f3lo con un coraz\u00f3n muy grande se pueden apreciar.<\/p>\n<p>Claro que no falta quien venga y nos diga que ya hay tabletas y  celulares con c\u00e1maras al frente y atr\u00e1s, con colores m\u00e1s v\u00edvidos que los  de la realidad, que ya hay c\u00e1maras e impresoras en tercera dimensi\u00f3n,  que el plasma, el lcd y el led, que la democracia representativa, que  las elecciones, que los partidos pol\u00edticos, que la modernidad, que el  progreso, que la civilizaci\u00f3n.<\/p>\n<p>Que dejemos eso del colectivismo (que, adem\u00e1s, rima con  primitivismo): que abandonemos esa obsesi\u00f3n por el cuidado de la  naturaleza, el discurso de la madre tierra, la autogesti\u00f3n, la  autonom\u00eda, la rebeld\u00eda, la libertad.<\/p>\n<p>Nos dicen todo eso editando torpemente que es en su modernidad donde  se perpetran los cr\u00edmenes m\u00e1s atroces; donde los infantes son quemados  vivos y los pir\u00f3manos son diputados y senadores; donde la ignorancia  simula regir los destinos de una naci\u00f3n; donde se destruyen las fuentes  de trabajo; donde los maestros son perseguidos y calumniados; donde una  gran mentira es opacada por otra mayor; donde se premia y encumbra lo  inhumano y cualquier valor \u00e9tico y moral es s\u00edntoma de \u201catraso  cultural\u201d.<\/p>\n<p>Para los grandes medios de paga, ellos son los modernos, nosotros los  arcaicos.\u00a0 Ellos son los civilizados, nosotros los b\u00e1rbaros.\u00a0 Ellos son  los que trabajan, nosotros los haraganes.\u00a0 Ellos son la \u201cgente bien\u201d,  nosotros los parias. Ellos los sabios, nosotros los ignorantes.\u00a0 Ellos  son los limpios, nosotros los sucios.\u00a0 Ellos son los bonitos, nosotros  los feos.\u00a0 Ellos son los buenos, nosotros somos los malos.<\/p>\n<p>Y olvidan, ellos y ellas, lo fundamental: \u00e9sta es nuestra historia,  nuestro modo de verla y de vernos, nuestra forma de pensarnos, de  hacernos nuestro camino.\u00a0 Es nuestra, con nuestros errores, nuestras  ca\u00eddas, nuestros colores, nuestras vidas, nuestras muertes. \u00a0Es nuestra  libertad.<\/p>\n<p>As\u00ed es nuestra historia.<\/p>\n<p>Porque cuando los zapatistas, las zapatistas, dibujamos una llave  abajo y a la izquierda en cada fotograma de nuestra pel\u00edcula, estamos  pensando no en qu\u00e9 puerta abrir, sino en qu\u00e9 casa con qu\u00e9 puerta hay que  construir para que esa llave tenga motivo y destino.\u00a0 Y si la banda  sonora de esta pel\u00edcula tiene ritmo de  polka-balada-corrido-ranchera-cumbia-rock-ska-metal-reggae-trova-punk-hip-hop-rap-y-los-que-se-acumulen  no es porque no tengamos noci\u00f3n musical.\u00a0 Es porque esa casa tendr\u00e1  todos los colores y todos los sonidos.\u00a0 Y habr\u00e1 entonces miradas y o\u00eddos  nuevos que comprender\u00e1n nuestro empe\u00f1o\u2026 aunque s\u00f3lo silencio y sombra  seamos en esos mundos venideros.<\/p>\n<p>Ergo: nosotros tenemos imaginaci\u00f3n, ellos s\u00f3lo tienen esquemas con opciones terminantes.<\/p>\n<p>Por eso su mundo se derrumba.\u00a0 Por eso el nuestro resurge, justo como  esa lucecita que no por peque\u00f1a es menor cuando a la sombra abriga.<\/p>\n<p>Vale.\u00a0 Salud y que los cumplamos muy felices, es decir, luchando.<\/p>\n<p>El Sup haci\u00e9ndose pelotas con los videos que tiene que poner para,  como quien dice, ponerle la velita al pastel que no dice, pero se sabe  treinta\u00f1ero.<\/p>\n<p>M\u00e9xico, Noviembre 17 del 2013.<\/p>\n<p>Trig\u00e9simo aniversario del EZLN.<\/p>\n<p>:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::<\/p>\n<p>Escucha y ve los videos que acompa\u00f1an este texto:<\/p>\n<p>Video que cuenta la historia del \u201cPerro que era un gato por dentro\u201d, de Siri Melchoir. Reino Unido, 2002.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/mOeqShdf-gY\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2013<br \/>\nUn gato-perro en acci\u00f3n. Noten como vuelve a su identidad secreta cuando es descubierto.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"408\" height=\"230\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/UvMs1v7RWDg\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2013<br \/>\nBrev\u00edsima referencia al inicio del cine. Ojo al mini corto: \u201cAnnie Oackley\u201d, segundos del 20 al 26.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/3HgRU6DeiGQ\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2013<br \/>\n\u201cLa Llegada del Tren\u201d, de los hermanos Lumiere, 1895.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/qawVtd32DOQ\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2013<br \/>\nPara un cumplea\u00f1ero tan otro como es el ezetaelene, las Otras Ma\u00f1anitas, con Pedro Infante y Los Beatles.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/60bLrafCA5c\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014<!--:--><!--:en--><br \/>\nNovember 2013<\/p>\n<p>To whom it may concern:<\/p>\n<p>WARNING \u2013 As noted in the text entitled <em>\u201cThe Bad and Not So Bad News,\u201d <\/em>the writings that preceded that text had not yet been published. <em>Ergo<\/em>, what we are going to do is \u201c<em>rebobinar<\/em>\u201d  (that is, \u201crewind\u201d the tape) to what should have appeared on the Day of  the Dead. Having rewound, you may then read in inverse order the  inverse order in which the texts will appear and that way you  will\u2026hmm\u2026forget it, I\u2019ve even managed to confuse myself. The point is  that you get the gist of the \u201cretrospective\u201d perspective. It\u2019s as if one  is going in one direction but later returns to see how they got going  in that direction in the first place. Got it? No?<\/p>\n<p>WARNING TO THE WARNING \u2013 The following texts do not contain any  reference to present, current, important, or pressing situations, nor do  they have any political references or implications or anything of the  kind. They are \u201cinnocent\u201d texts, as are all the writings of the  self-designated \u201csupcomandante of stainless steel\u201d (that is, me). Any  resemblance or similarity to real persons or events is purely  coincidental and quite frankly schizophrenic\u2026yes, just like the national  and international situation where it is clear that\u2026okay, okay, okay, no  politics.<\/p>\n<p>WARNING SQUARED \u2013 In the highly unlikely event that you feel that  what is said below refers to you, you are categorically mistaken\u2026or you  are shameless fan of ad hoc conspiracy theories (which can be translated  as \u201cfor every failure, there is a conspiracy theory that can explain  everything and therefore repeat the mistakes.\u201d)<\/p>\n<p>Alright then.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">-*-<\/p>\n<p><strong>P.S. Durito\u2019s First Encounter with the Cat-Dog.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Durito was solemn. But not with that false posturing of government  officials the world over. He was serious in that sense of when one is  hit in the face by a heavy loss and there\u2019s nothing one can do about it  other than curse\u2026or tell a story.<\/p>\n<p>Don Durito of the Lacand\u00f3n lights his pipe, this errant and wandering  knight, comforter of the afflicted, delight of children, unrequited  yearning of women and <em>others<\/em>, unattainable standard for men, nightmare of tyrant and despots, uncomfortable thesis for ignorant sophists.<\/p>\n<p>Entranced in the light of our insomnia, he narrates, almost in a whisper, for me to transcribe:<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><em>THE STORY OF THE CAT-DOG<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><em>(How Durito met the Cat-Dog and what they said, in those dark morning hours, about fanaticism)<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>At first glance, the cat-dog looks like a dog\u2026ok, maybe more like a cat\u2026or a dog\u2026until it meows\u2026or a cat\u2026until it barks.<\/p>\n<p>The cat-dog is unknown to terrestrial and marine biologists (in which  category of living things would it fit?), an irresolvable case for  psychology (neural surgery cannot locate the part of the brain that  defines <em>dogness <\/em>or <em>catness<\/em>), a mystery for anthropology (can <em>traditions <\/em>and <em>customs<\/em> be simultaneously similar and antithetical?), a source of despair for  jurisprudence (what rights and duties emerge from both being and not  being?), and the holy grail of genetic engineering (it is impossible to  privatize that elusive DNA). In sum: it is the missing link that would  bring down the entire Darwinist laboratory, seminar, symposium, and  much-reiterated scientific fashion.<\/p>\n<p>But let me tell you what happened.<\/p>\n<p>As is the rule, it was the dark hours of the early morning. There was  just enough light to cast a shadow. I walked calmly, taking steps only  by memory. Then, I clearly heard someone say:<\/p>\n<p>\u201c<em>A fanatic is someone who, in shame, hides their doubt.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Internally agreeing with the assertion, I approached and found the voice. Without any introduction, I asked:<\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cAh, so you are\u2026 a dog.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cMeow,\u201d <\/em>he replied.<\/p>\n<p>\u201c\u2026<em>Oh, okay, a cat then<\/em>,\u201d I said tentatively.<\/p>\n<p>\u201c<em>Woof,\u201d <\/em>he replied.<\/p>\n<p>\u201c<em>Okay, a cat-dog<\/em>,\u201d I said to him and to myself.<\/p>\n<p>\u201c<em>There you go<\/em>,\u201d he said\u2026 or I thought he said.<\/p>\n<p>\u201c<em>So well, how\u2019s life?\u201d <\/em>I asked (and I transcribed without  hesitation, determined not to be surprised by anything, since it was a  beetle who was dictating this exceptional story to me).<\/p>\n<p>\u201c<em>Sometimes it\u2019s worthwhile,\u201d <\/em>he responded with a kind of purr. \u00a0\u201c<em>At times it\u2019s like cats and dogs,\u201d <\/em>he growled.<\/p>\n<p>\u201c<em>Is it a problem of identity?\u201d <\/em>I ask, lighting a pipe and taking out my <em>multi-touch smartphone-tablet <\/em>(in reality it\u2019s more like a spiral notebook, but Durito wants to appear very modern\u2014transcribers note).<\/p>\n<p>\u201c<em>Nah, one doesn\u2019t choose who they are, but rather who they could be,\u201d <\/em>the cat-dog barked disdainfully. \u201c<em>And life is no more than that complicated transition, achieved or truncated, from one thing to the other,\u201d <\/em>it added with a meow.<\/p>\n<p>\u201c<em>So then, cat or dog?\u201d <\/em>I asked.<\/p>\n<p>\u201c<em>Cat-dog,\u201d <\/em>he said, as if stating the obvious.<\/p>\n<p>\u201c<em>And what brings you to this area?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cA she, what else.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cAh.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cI am going to sing to her, because some cats can actually sing you know.\u201d <\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cUmm\u2026 before your serenade, which this female who stirs you will  no doubt find sublime, can you clarify for me what you said at the  beginning of this story?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cAbout fanaticism you mean?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cYes, it was something like, \u2018there are those who hide their doubts behind irrational devotion.\u2019\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cBut, how does one avoid ending up in one of the sinister rooms of  that grim house of mirrors that is fanaticism? How does one resist the  pressure and the blackmail to join in and embrace religious or lay  fanaticism,.. the oldest kind, yes, but not the only current one? <\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u201c<em>It\u2019s simple,\u201d <\/em>said the cat-dog laconically, \u201c<em>don\u2019t join<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p><em>Build many houses, each their own. Abandon the fear of difference.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Because there is something that is the same as or worse than a  religious fanatic, and that is an anti-religious fanatic, or secular  fanaticism. And I say that it could be worse because the latter uses  reason as an alibi. <\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>And, of course, it has its equivalents: homophobia and sexism, phobia of heterosexuality and hembrismo <\/em>[the assumed moral superiority of women]<em>. And you can add to this the long etcetera of the history of humanity. <\/em><\/p>\n<p><em> The fanatics of race, color, creed, gender, politics, sport,  etc., are, in the end, fanatics of themselves. They all share the same  fear of difference. And they pigeonhole the entire world in the closed  box of exclusive options: \u201cif you aren\u2019t this, than you must be its  opposite.\u201d <\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cAre you saying, my esteemed sir, that those who criticize sports fanatics are just as bad as the sports fanatics? <\/em>Durito interrupts.<\/p>\n<p>\u201c<em>It is the same thing. You have, for example, politics and sports,  both professional: in both cases, the fanatics think that the  professional is the one that counts; in both cases they are merely  spectators applauding or booing the opponents, celebrating victories  that are not their own and mourning losses that are not theirs. In both,  they blame the players, the referee, the field, the opponent; in both  they hope that \u201cnext time we\u2019ll win,\u201d both think that a change in coach,  strategy, or tactic will resolve everything. Both pursue and harass the  fans of the opposition; both ignore the fact that the problem is with  the system.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cAre you talking about soccer?\u201d <\/em>Durito asks as he takes out a ball that he himself autographed.<\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cNot only about soccer. In everything, the problem is who commands, the owner, he who makes the rules.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>In both spheres, whatever is not paid is scorned: field or street  soccer, the politics that doesn\u2019t converge with electoral conjunctures.  \u2018If it doesn\u2019t pay, then why do it?\u2019 they ask.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u201c<em>Ah, are you talking about politics?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cNot at all. Although, for example, with every passing day it is  more evident that what they call \u2018the Modern Nation-State\u2019 is a heap of  debris for sale, and that the respective political classes are  determined to rebuild, again and again, the rooftop of a crumbling house  of cards, without realizing that the deck is completely torn and  tattered, unable to stand upright itself, let alone support something on  top.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cHmm\u2026 it would be very difficult to put this in a tweet,\u201d <\/em>Durito says as he counts to see if it could fit into 140 characters.<\/p>\n<p>\u201c<em>The modern political class is fighting over who will be the pilot  of a plane that crashed a long time ago into neoliberal reality,\u201d <\/em>pronounces the cat-dog, and Durito thanks him with a bow.<\/p>\n<p>\u201c<em>So, what is to be done?\u201d<\/em> asks Durito as he demurely stows his Chiapas <em>Jaguars<\/em> banner.<\/p>\n<p>\u201c<em>Avoid the trap which holds that freedom is the power to choose between the two imposed options. <\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>All categorical options are a trap. There are not only two paths,  just as there are not just two colors, two sexes, or two beliefs. The  answer is neither here nor there. It is better to make a new path that  goes where one wants to go.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cAnd the conclusion?\u201d <\/em>Durito asks.<\/p>\n<p>\u201c<em>Neither dog nor cat. Cat-dog, not at your service.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>And let no one judge nor condemn that which they do not  understand, because difference is a sign that all is not lost, the we  still have a lot to see and to hear, that there are still other worlds  to discover\u2026\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p>And with that he left, the cat-dog that is, which, as its name  indicates, has the disadvantages of both dog and cat\u2026 and the advantages  of neither (if there are any).<\/p>\n<p>Dawn had already come when I heard a sublime mix of meow and bark. It  was the cat-dog serenading, out-of-tune, the light of our sweetest  dreams.<\/p>\n<p>And in some early morning hour, perhaps on a still distant calendar  in an uncertain geography, she, the light that both unveils me and keeps  me from sleeping, will understand that there were hidden lines, drawn  for her, that maybe only then will be revealed or recognized in these  words now, and she will know in that moment that it didn\u2019t matter what  path my steps tread. Because she was, is, and will be, always, the only  worthwhile destination.<\/p>\n<p>The end.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Postscript: where the Sup tries to explain, in a postmodern  multimedia format, the way in which the Zapatistas see and are seen in  their own history.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Well, first it\u2019s necessary to clarify that for us, our history is not  just who we have been, what has happened to us, and what we have done.  It is also, and above all, what we want to be and do.<\/p>\n<p>Now, in this avalanche of audiovisual media ranging from 4D cinema and LED 4K televisions to the polychrome and <em>multi-touch<\/em> screens of cell phones (which, allow me the digression, show reality in  colors that have nothing to do with reality), we can place, in an  improbable timeline, our way of seeing our history with\u2026 a <em>kinetoscope<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>Yes, I know that I went a bit far back, to the origins of cinema, but  with the internet and the multiple wikis that abound and redound, you  won\u2019t have a problem figuring out what I\u2019m referring to.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes, it can seem like we are getting close to 8 tracks and  super 8 tracks, and even then the 16 millimeter format is still far off.<\/p>\n<p>What I mean is that our way of explaining our history seems like an  image of continuous and repetitive movement, with some variations that  give that sense of mobile immobility: always attacked and persecuted,  always resisting; always being annihilated, always reappearing. Maybe  that\u2019s why the denouncements made by the Zapatista support bases, via  their Good Government Councils, have so few readers. It\u2019s as if one had  already read that before and they only changed the names and the  geographies.<\/p>\n<p>But it\u2019s also where we show ourselves. For example, here:<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/enlacezapatista.ezln.org.mx\/2013\/11\/13\/la-jbg-corazon-del-arco-iris-de-la-esperanza-caracol-iv-torbellino-de-nuestras-palabras-denuncia-hostigamiento-y-agresiones\/\" target=\"_blank\">http:\/\/enlacezapatista.ezln.org.mx\/2013\/11\/13\/la-jbg-corazon-del-arco-iris-de-la-esperanza-caracol-iv-torbellino-de-nuestras-palabras-denuncia-hostigamiento-y-agresiones\/<\/a><\/p>\n<p>Yes, it\u2019s a little like Edison\u2019s moving images from 1894, in his kinetoscope (<em>\u201cAnnie Oakley\u201d<\/em>):  we were the coin tossed into the air, while the young lady  \u201ccivilization\u201d shot at us over and over again (yes, the government would  be the servile employee that tossed the coin). Or like in <em>\u201cThe Arrival of a Train\u201d<\/em> from 1895 by the Lumiere brothers; we were the ones who stayed on the  platform while the train of progress came and went. At the end of this  text you will find some videos that will help you understand this.<\/p>\n<p>But now and then the collective that we are takes and makes each  still shot, drawing it and painting it as the reality that we were and  that we are, many times with the black shades of persecutions and  prisons, with the gray shades of contempt, and with the red of plunder  and exploitation. But also with the browns and greens of we who are of  the earth.<\/p>\n<p>When someone from outside stops to look at our \u201cmovie,\u201d they often comment: <em>\u201cwhat a skillful shooter!\u201d<\/em> Or <em>\u201cwhat a daring employee who throws the coin into the air without fear of injury!\u201d<\/em> But no one says anything about the coin.<\/p>\n<p>Or, about the Lumiere brothers\u2019 train, they say: <em>\u201cbut how stupid, why do they stay on the platform and not board the train?\u201d<\/em> Or, <em>\u201cwe have here another example of why the indigenous are how they are\u2014because they don\u2019t want to progress.\u201d<\/em> Or the more daring ones, \u201c<em>Did you see what ridiculous clothes they wore in that era?\u201d<\/em> But if someone would ask us why we don\u2019t get on that train, we would say<em>\u201cbecause  the next stations are \u2018decadence,\u2019 \u2018war,\u2019 and \u2018destruction,\u2019 and the  final destination is \u2018catastrophe.\u2019 The pertinent question is not why we  don\u2019t board the train, but why you all don\u2019t get off of it.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Those who come to be with us, to look at us looking at ourselves, to  listen to us, to learn from us in the little school, discover that in  each still shot, we Zapatistas have aggregated an image that is not  perceptible at first glance. It is as if the apparent movement of the  images hides the particular that each still shot contains. That which is  not seen in the daily comings and goings is the history that we are.  And no smartphone captures those images. Only with a very big heart can  they be detected.<\/p>\n<p>Of course, there is always someone who comes and tells us that now  there are tablets and cellphones with cameras in front and back, with  colors more vivid than those of reality, that there are now cameras and  printers in the third dimension, that there is plasma, LCD and LED, and  representative democracy, and elections, and political parties, and  modernity, and progress, and civilization.<\/p>\n<p>They tell us that we should leave behind all that stuff about  collectivism (which, besides, rhymes with primitivism): that we abandon  this obsession with taking care of the environment, the discourse of  mother earth, self-organization, autonomy, rebellion, freedom.<\/p>\n<p>They tell us all this while clumsily editing out the fact that it is  in their modernity where the most atrocious crimes are perpetrated:  where children are burned alive and the pyromaniacs are congressional  representatives and senators; where ignorance pretends to govern the  destiny of a nation; where sources of work are destroyed; where teachers  are persecuted and slandered; where one big lie is overshadowed by  another, bigger one; where inhumanity is awarded and honored and any  ethical or moral value is a symptom of \u201ccultural backwardness.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>For the mass (paid) media, they are the modern ones, we are the  archaic. They are the civilized, we are the barbarians. They are the  ones who work, we the idle. They are the \u201cdecent people,\u201d we the  pariahs. They the wise, we the ignorant. They are the clean, we are the  dirty. They are the beautiful, we are the ugly. They are the good, we  are the bad.<\/p>\n<p>And they forget what is most fundamental: this is our history, our  way of seeing it and of seeing ourselves, our way of thinking ourselves,  our way of making our path. It is ours, with our errors, our failures,  our colors, our lives, our deaths. It is our freedom.<\/p>\n<p>This is our history.<\/p>\n<p>Because when we Zapatistas draw a key below and to the left in each  still shot in our movie, we are thinking not about what door to open,  but about what house with what door we need to create so that this key  will have a purpose and a destiny. And if the soundtrack of this movie  has the rhythm of  polka-ballad-corrido-ranchera-cumbia-rock-ska-metal-reggae-trova-punk-hip-hop-rap-and-whatever  else is added, it\u2019s not because we don\u2019t have musical taste. It\u2019s  because this house will have all colors and all sounds. And there will  be therefore new gazes and new ears that will understand our efforts\u2026  even if we are only silence and shadow in those future worlds.<\/p>\n<p>Ergo: we have imagination, they only have plans with terminal options.<\/p>\n<p>That\u2019s why their world is crumbling. That\u2019s why ours is resurging,  just like that little light that, although small, is not less when  embraced by shadow.<\/p>\n<p><em>Vale<\/em>. Cheers, and here\u2019s to celebrating our birthdays very happily, which is to say, in struggle.<\/p>\n<p>El Sup, confusing himself with the videos that he wants to include in  order to, as they say, put the candle on the cake that does not say,  but knows itself to be, thirtysomething.<\/p>\n<p>Mexico, November 17, 2013.<\/p>\n<p>Thirtieth anniversary of the EZLN.<\/p>\n<p>:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::<\/p>\n<p>Watch and listen to the videos that accompany this text:<\/p>\n<p>Video that tells the story of the \u201c<a href=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?feature=player_embedded&amp;v=mOeqShdf-gY\" target=\"_blank\">Dog that was a cat on the inside<\/a>,\u201d by Siri Melchoir. United Kingdom, 2002.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/mOeqShdf-gY\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>_________________________<br \/>\nA <a href=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?feature=player_embedded&amp;v=UvMs1v7RWDg\" target=\"_blank\">cat-dog in act<\/a>ion. Note how he returns to his secret identity when he is discovered.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"408\" height=\"230\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/UvMs1v7RWDg\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>_________________________<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?feature=player_embedded&amp;v=3HgRU6DeiGQ\" target=\"_blank\">A very brief reference to the origin of cinema<\/a>. Pay attention to the mini-short: \u201cAnnie Oakley,\u201d seconds 20 through 26.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/3HgRU6DeiGQ\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>_________________________<\/p>\n<p>\u201c<a href=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?feature=player_embedded&amp;v=qawVtd32DOQ\" target=\"_blank\">The Arrival of a Train<\/a>,\u201d by the Lumiere brothers, 1895.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/qawVtd32DOQ\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>_________________________<\/p>\n<p>For a birthday boy as <em>other<\/em> as the eezeelen, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?feature=player_embedded&amp;v=60bLrafCA5c\" target=\"_blank\">Las Otras Ma\u00f1anitas<\/a>, con Pedro Infante y Los Beatles.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/60bLrafCA5c\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><!--:--><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Que explica el porqu\u00e9 de ese extra\u00f1o t\u00edtulo y de los que le seguir\u00e1n, que narra el excepcional encuentro entre un escarabajo y un ser desconcertante (quiero decir, m\u00e1s desconcertante que el escarabajo), y las reflexiones no coyunturales y sin importancia que en \u00e9l se dieron; as\u00ed como la forma en la que, aprovechando un [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,51,6,118,222],"tags":[644,926],"class_list":["post-8936","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-audio","category-autor","category-chiapas","category-ezln","category-video","tag-comunicados-ezln","tag-ezln"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/radiozapatista.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8936","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=8936"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/radiozapatista.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8936\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/radiozapatista.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8936"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/radiozapatista.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8936"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/radiozapatista.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8936"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}