Mariana, Jeff and the kids. When we smile the world smiles with us.
Friday, February 09, 2007
Fall 2006 visiting Jeff
Got to go back and check out some recent pictures while enjoying the beaches in Florida. The grown-ups teaching the younger generation how to toss sand-filled cans.
Mariana, Jeff and the kids. When we smile the world smiles with us.
Mariana, Jeff and the kids. When we smile the world smiles with us.
Monday, January 29, 2007
Lebanon - Nayla Tueni, the struggle of a young woman with her father's legacy
Article from Time Europe Magazine
JOEL SAGET / AFP-GETTY IMAGESNayla Tueni
Journalist
By SCOTT MacLEOD
Posted Sunday, May 14, 2006
A year after the independence revolution forced out Syrian troops and brought in a new Lebanese government, Nayla Tueni is chairing a meeting of students discussing a unique project. The idea is to form a shadow cabinet of young people to keep tabs on the country's actual Ministers. She stays cool when the talk gets a little raucous, yet no one harbors a greater passion for the plan. It is the brainchild of her father, newspaperman and Lebanese M.P. Gebran Tueni, who was assassinated at age 48 in a bomb attack last December in what was widely seen as revenge for his fearless criticism of Syrian President Bashar Assad and his Lebanese allies. That thrust Nayla, 23, to the forefront of the unfinished struggle to end Lebanon's domination by sectarian warlords and their foreign backers. She is on the way to becoming one of the country's most influential freedom advocates, as heir of the newspaper An-Nahar, founded by her great-grandfather in 1933 and long a leading voice of reason. It's a risky task; last year assassins killed An-Nahar columnist Samir Kassir. Nayla's latest essay brimmed with her father's customary defiance. "You can kill as many as you like," she taunted her father's assassins. "By killing us, you revive us." Nayla's father's dream was to tap the young generation and create a modern, nonsectarian, united Lebanon. "They are pushing us to change," he told Time at the height of the protests. "We are not afraid," Nayla says. "When they killed Samir Kassir, we cried. My father said, 'We don't have to cry, we have to fight.' We will fight to the end."
Journalist
By SCOTT MacLEOD
Posted Sunday, May 14, 2006
A year after the independence revolution forced out Syrian troops and brought in a new Lebanese government, Nayla Tueni is chairing a meeting of students discussing a unique project. The idea is to form a shadow cabinet of young people to keep tabs on the country's actual Ministers. She stays cool when the talk gets a little raucous, yet no one harbors a greater passion for the plan. It is the brainchild of her father, newspaperman and Lebanese M.P. Gebran Tueni, who was assassinated at age 48 in a bomb attack last December in what was widely seen as revenge for his fearless criticism of Syrian President Bashar Assad and his Lebanese allies. That thrust Nayla, 23, to the forefront of the unfinished struggle to end Lebanon's domination by sectarian warlords and their foreign backers. She is on the way to becoming one of the country's most influential freedom advocates, as heir of the newspaper An-Nahar, founded by her great-grandfather in 1933 and long a leading voice of reason. It's a risky task; last year assassins killed An-Nahar columnist Samir Kassir. Nayla's latest essay brimmed with her father's customary defiance. "You can kill as many as you like," she taunted her father's assassins. "By killing us, you revive us." Nayla's father's dream was to tap the young generation and create a modern, nonsectarian, united Lebanon. "They are pushing us to change," he told Time at the height of the protests. "We are not afraid," Nayla says. "When they killed Samir Kassir, we cried. My father said, 'We don't have to cry, we have to fight.' We will fight to the end."
Writing was on the wall for Tueni
By Cilina Nasser in Beirut
Ghassan Tueni had warned his son, Gebran, the outspoken journalist and Syria critic, not to return to Lebanon for fear of assassination. But the 48-year-old publisher and legislator insisted. And less than 24 hours after his return, he was dead. "Children never listen to their parents," said Ghassan Tueni, himself a veteran journalist who turned An-Nahar newspaper into Lebanon's leading daily. Just hours before he met his death, Tueni had told his father: "I cannot be a member of the Lebanese parliament while living in France." Tueni, arrived in Lebanon on the night of 11 December. The next morning, he left his home to go to his office at An-Nahar headquarters in central Beirut. But a parked car packed with 40kg of explosives blew up his armoured vehicle as it passed by in Mukhallis, eastern Beirut. He and three others, including his driver and bodyguard, were killed. Another 32 people were wounded.
Breaking Syrian taboos
Tueni, publisher and general manager of An-Nahar, had been spending most of the last few months in France out of fear for his life after learning in the summer that he was on the top of a hit list. His troubles may have started in March 2000 when he wrote an article entitled An Open Letter to Dr Bashar al-Assad, who was then expected to succeed his father Hafez al-Assad, who died in June 2000, as Syrian president. Tueni's convoy was hit by a 40kg bomb just hours after his returnTueni addressed the younger al-Assad "frankly" as he had put it, saying many Lebanese politicians meeting the future Syrian president had perhaps told him what he wanted to hear, not what he should hear. "You must realise that many Lebanese are uncomfortable with Syrian policies in Lebanon and with the presence of Syrian troops in our country. This does not mean that these people are traitors or collaborators with Israel, as some have said. It means only that these Lebanese have aspirations for sovereignty and independence," Tueni had written.
Criticising Syria
The letter sparked wide-scale debate in Lebanon at a time when Syrian troops and intelligence networks maintained a heavy-handed grip on the country. Editorials written by Tueni continued to be very critical of the then dominant role that Syria played in Lebanon and he repeatedly broke Syrian-imposed taboos. His criticism reached boiling point when Syria pressed for an extension to President Emile Lahoud's term in September 2004. His criticism of Syria escalated even more following the assassination of Rafiq al-Hariri on 14 February. Following the former prime minister's assassination, Tueni was active in huge anti-Syrian protests which, combined with international pressure, forced Syria to pull out its troops from the country in April. Tueni was then then elected to parliament in May.Earlier in December, he accused Syria of trying to derail the UN investigation into al-Hariri's assassination after a Syrian witness appeared in Damascus and retracted testimonies he had given to UN chief investigator Detlev Mehlis. "The time has come to overcome our fear and abandon our good-heartedness so that we would be able to face the lies of the Syrian security apparatus while we wonder: When will this despotic regime come to its senses?" he wrote.
Risk
Colleagues and friends of Tueni told Aljazeera.net they were aware that the fiery legislator would be risking his life if he returned to the country. Sarkis Naoum, a commentator at An-Nahar, said he had advised Tueni to visit Lebanon for very short trips to avoid being monitored and eventually killed. Tueni had replied: "That's what I intend to do." Analysts and anti-Syrian politicians have said his assassination is linked to his role in turning An-Nahar into the mouthpiece of the uprising dubbed the "Independence Revolution" that helped rid Lebanon of Syrian domination. Akram Shehayeb, a member of anti-Syrian Druze leader Walid Jumblatt's parliamentary bloc, said: "An-Nahar newspaper broke the wall of silence regarding Syrian actions in Lebanon and it's paying the price for that." "Each voice that calls for freedom and democracy will be accused of treason or collaborating with Israel, and therefore, his or her blood will be halal [sanctioned]."
Smear campaign
Shehayeb referred to a "smear campaign" against Tueni in Syria, saying it helped prepare for his elimination. "Wasn't Tueni's picture raised in protests in Damascus depicted with a Jewish religious skull cap?" he said. Tueni's eldest daughter, Nayla, revealed in a press conference on Friday that An-Nahar and her father had been receiving a steady stream of hate mail from a specific country. At his funeral, she pledged to uphold the work her father started: "An-Nahar will not die. Lebanon will not die. Freedom will not die. This is the pledge of loyalty to Gebran."
Why now?
Sceptics have said Syria was under far too much pressure and public scrutiny to have killed the outspoken journalist. But Jumblatt believes the Syrian authorities are trying to exhaust the UN investigators and shift attention off the al-Hariri probe. Marwan Hamade, the telecommunications minister who survived an assassination attempt last year, said the reason was that unlike the late president Hafez al-Assad, his son Bashar lacked any political wisdom. Hamade, also a Druze MP and Tueni's maternal uncle, concluded: "We stopped allowing them [the Syrians] to interfere in the details of our Lebanese affairs, which is why they want to destabilise the country and plunge it into chaos."
In recent months, Lebanon has been hit by a series of bombings and assassination attempts.
Samir Kassir, a star columnist at An-Nahar, and long-time communist leader George Hawi were killed in separate blasts in June. Defence Minister Elias al-Murr was wounded in July and female talk show host on the Lebanese Broadcasting Corporation, May Chidiac, was maimed in September.
Source: Aljazeera
In recent months, Lebanon has been hit by a series of bombings and assassination attempts.
Samir Kassir, a star columnist at An-Nahar, and long-time communist leader George Hawi were killed in separate blasts in June. Defence Minister Elias al-Murr was wounded in July and female talk show host on the Lebanese Broadcasting Corporation, May Chidiac, was maimed in September.
Source: Aljazeera
Thursday, January 18, 2007
10 times the blessings
Visitando una de las ciudades en Ucrania me encontre estas ancianas afuera una de las iglesias. No me di cuenta lo que hacian asta que una seniora de bien hacer le dio unas monedas a su hijo pequeno. El muchacho todo contento empeso a dejar unas monedas en cada uno de los basos que estaba al lado de cada anciana. Me di cuenta de dos cosas. Una que las ancianas esperaban la buena voluntad de la genta para su sustento. La otra que el nino disfruto un monton repartiendo las monedas entre las ancianas. Me quede pensando en la leccion que la madre le dio al nino pero mas importante fue el gusto y alegria del nino al repartis las monedas.
Entre pensamientos me acorde un relato de tio Pepe Camacho que me conto mi ultima visita a La Paz. Algo que le preferia darle un peso a las ancianas de la iglesia pues por cada peso elas lo bendecian. O algo por el estilo. De todas formas. La memoria de su relato me puso contento y reflectivo.
Primero que un dalar vale cinco Hryvnas (la moneda de Ucrania). Un Hryvna para las ancianas era bastante dinero. Para mi menos de 25 centavos de dolar. Despues pense en lo poderoso que es el pais de USA gastando billones de dolares en una guerra futil causando toda clase de destruccion. Sin embargo una fraccion de ese monto podria tener un efecto super positivo en el mundo si usado correctamente. Entonces pense que si yo les daria cinco dolares a cada anciana, lo cual no es tanto para mi, esto talves tendria un effecto mucho mas positivo en la vida de ellas.
De todas formas. El proximo dia pase por ahi. Eran cinco las ancianas. Entonces saque los billetes de mi bolsillo y conte unos 13 Hryvnas. Igual que hiso el nino el dia previo pase por cada una de las ancianas dandoles dos o tres Hryvnas a cada una. No se que dijeron o cuantas bendiciones me dieron.
En realidad la leccion es (como me dijo Pepe hoy hablando por telefono) que aquellos que tenemos debemos dar a aquellos que no tienen. Lo interesante del caso es en el monto que damos. Cuales son nuestros valores para dar? Dar un Hryvna o dies? Porque no damos 100 Hryvnas? Despues de todo el effecto positivo de lo dado taves tenga un resultado mejor que no darlo.
Monday, December 25, 2006
Some Irish Blessing
Irish Marriage Blessing
May God be with you and bless you.
May you see your children's children.
May you be poor in misfortunes
and rich in blessings.
May you know nothing but happiness
from this day forward.
An Old Irish Blessing (My Favorite)
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
A Gaelic Christening Blessing
Dearest Father in Heaven,
Bless this child and bless this day
Of new beginnings.
Smile upon this child
And surround this child, Lord,
With the soft mantle of your love.
Teach this child to follow in your footsteps,
And to live life in the ways of
Love, faith, hope and charity.
A Wish for a Friend
Wishing you a rainbow
For sunlight after showers—
Miles and miles of Irish smiles
For golden happy hours—
Shamrocks at your doorway
For luck and laughter too,
And a host of friends that never ends
Each day your whole life through!
An Irish Prayer
May God give you...
For every storm, a rainbow,
For every tear, a smile,
For every care, a promise,
And a blessing in each trial.
For every problem life sends,
A faithful friend to share,
For every sigh, a sweet song,
And an answer for each prayer.
An Old Cradle Song
(Song I sang when taking voice lessons)
Sleep, my babe, lie still and slumber,
All through the night
Guardian angels God will lend thee,
All through the night
Soft and drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and vale in slumber sleeping,
Mother dear her watch is keeping,
All through the night
God is here, you'll not be lonely,
All through the night
'Tis not I who guards thee only,
All through the night
Night's dark shades will soon be over,
Still my watchful care shall hover,
God with me His watch is keeping,
All through the night
An Old Celtic Blessing
May the blessing of light be on you—
light without and light within.
May the blessed sunlight shine on you
and warm your heart
till it glows like a great peat fire.
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there... I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow...
I am the diamond glints on snow...
I am the sunlight on ripened grain...
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you waken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of gentle birds in circling flight...
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry—
I am not there... I did not die...
Said when dressing
Lord, clothe me with the robes of innocence.
Said during thunder and lightning
O Lord, be between us and harm and protect us from the harm of the world.
An Old Irish Blessing
May love and laughter light your days,
and warm your heart and home.
May good and faithful friends be yours,
wherever you may roam.
May peace and plenty bless your world
with joy that long endures.
May all life's passing seasons
bring the best to you and yours!
May God be with you and bless you.
May you see your children's children.
May you be poor in misfortunes
and rich in blessings.
May you know nothing but happiness
from this day forward.
An Old Irish Blessing (My Favorite)
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
A Gaelic Christening Blessing
Dearest Father in Heaven,
Bless this child and bless this day
Of new beginnings.
Smile upon this child
And surround this child, Lord,
With the soft mantle of your love.
Teach this child to follow in your footsteps,
And to live life in the ways of
Love, faith, hope and charity.
A Wish for a Friend
Wishing you a rainbow
For sunlight after showers—
Miles and miles of Irish smiles
For golden happy hours—
Shamrocks at your doorway
For luck and laughter too,
And a host of friends that never ends
Each day your whole life through!
An Irish Prayer
May God give you...
For every storm, a rainbow,
For every tear, a smile,
For every care, a promise,
And a blessing in each trial.
For every problem life sends,
A faithful friend to share,
For every sigh, a sweet song,
And an answer for each prayer.
An Old Cradle Song
(Song I sang when taking voice lessons)
Sleep, my babe, lie still and slumber,
All through the night
Guardian angels God will lend thee,
All through the night
Soft and drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and vale in slumber sleeping,
Mother dear her watch is keeping,
All through the night
God is here, you'll not be lonely,
All through the night
'Tis not I who guards thee only,
All through the night
Night's dark shades will soon be over,
Still my watchful care shall hover,
God with me His watch is keeping,
All through the night
An Old Celtic Blessing
May the blessing of light be on you—
light without and light within.
May the blessed sunlight shine on you
and warm your heart
till it glows like a great peat fire.
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there... I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow...
I am the diamond glints on snow...
I am the sunlight on ripened grain...
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you waken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of gentle birds in circling flight...
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry—
I am not there... I did not die...
Said when dressing
Lord, clothe me with the robes of innocence.
Said during thunder and lightning
O Lord, be between us and harm and protect us from the harm of the world.
An Old Irish Blessing
May love and laughter light your days,
and warm your heart and home.
May good and faithful friends be yours,
wherever you may roam.
May peace and plenty bless your world
with joy that long endures.
May all life's passing seasons
bring the best to you and yours!
Monday, November 06, 2006
St. Francis of Assisi
Most High, glorious God,
enlighten the darkness of my heart,
and give me right faith,
certain hope,
and perfect charity,
wisdom and understanding,
Lord, that I may carry out
your holy and true command.
Amen.
St. Francis of Assisi
enlighten the darkness of my heart,
and give me right faith,
certain hope,
and perfect charity,
wisdom and understanding,
Lord, that I may carry out
your holy and true command.
Amen.
St. Francis of Assisi
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Images
Natalie's talent with the brush and the camera. They are lovely snaps of a person's inner beauty.
3 de Enero 1987
Mi Gonzalito querido
Este perrito te lleva todo mi carino, no te figuras cuanto deseo verte y estar contigo.
Vendras pronto? para verte quizas antes que me vaya?
Miles de besos de tu tia madrina.
Lucila
3 de Enero 1987
1985
Gonzalo
Speaks with accent
never minds.
Runs like a deer
Works like a horse
Always
Underneath the Southern Cross
Jim "Jaime" Pace
Speaks with accent
never minds.
Runs like a deer
Works like a horse
Always
Underneath the Southern Cross
Jim "Jaime" Pace
Many Days
Many days, months, and years have gone by
The cool winds of fall do not bring new hopes
They bring old memories back
Tears flow easily through my sould making my body shiver
My golden castles have turned gray
And only hopes of having hopes is left in me
I plead for help to God
I feel alone in this vast infinity
Dreams bring back old friends and times
Times which shall not return
And I think, think
I think about the past and dream about the future
Life is not as bright and gay as it used to be
Responsabilities rest in front of my path
To whom am i responsible?
Feelings fill my soul and they over flow
Spilling down the slopes of dispair, dishonesty, pain
Allow me to empty my love and feel nothing
Is life a burden or a precious stone?
I cannot find beauty
Wisth that desires for the vail of darkness
to sumone to my feet and to ingulf in its blackness
my life away
For ever
(It is thought that this is sad, and it is but when I read it I find hope for the future and I know that with just as much intensity life and love is around the corner. You are that life and love which has changed m life and now I can love.
The cool winds of fall do not bring new hopes
They bring old memories back
Tears flow easily through my sould making my body shiver
My golden castles have turned gray
And only hopes of having hopes is left in me
I plead for help to God
I feel alone in this vast infinity
Dreams bring back old friends and times
Times which shall not return
And I think, think
I think about the past and dream about the future
Life is not as bright and gay as it used to be
Responsabilities rest in front of my path
To whom am i responsible?
Feelings fill my soul and they over flow
Spilling down the slopes of dispair, dishonesty, pain
Allow me to empty my love and feel nothing
Is life a burden or a precious stone?
I cannot find beauty
Wisth that desires for the vail of darkness
to sumone to my feet and to ingulf in its blackness
my life away
For ever
(It is thought that this is sad, and it is but when I read it I find hope for the future and I know that with just as much intensity life and love is around the corner. You are that life and love which has changed m life and now I can love.
Carelessly
I love you
no possible way to understand
I hate you
the only way to be free
Anything in between
confuses the mind and wastes time
Live life, be free
and carelessly HAPPY.
no possible way to understand
I hate you
the only way to be free
Anything in between
confuses the mind and wastes time
Live life, be free
and carelessly HAPPY.
Today
Today I picked-up my old book
my book of memories
my book of the past
book of love
book of smiles
and childish games
Those good times
my old book is a good book
a simple book
a book ofr now
a book for the future
My old book is the book of God
a birthday present
a present of love.
my book of memories
my book of the past
book of love
book of smiles
and childish games
Those good times
my old book is a good book
a simple book
a book ofr now
a book for the future
My old book is the book of God
a birthday present
a present of love.
P.S.
Uno de estos dias te contare aquella leccion que tu me enseñaste antes que nacieras. Tu tio Gonzalo
To be empty
Have seen many beautiful things
and I keep all of them within
Want to share them
let people know about them
I am afraid to be emptied
and I keep all of them within
Want to share them
let people know about them
I am afraid to be emptied
Frances
Hoy escuche tu voz
aunque los años pasaron
y yo no te vi
how te conoci de nuevo
No se de tu apariencia
o de tu sonrisa
pero se que ya no eres
aquella pequena sobrina
(tan simpatica ella)
Hoy mi corazon se paro momentariamente
y no supe que chisme decirte
o que cuento contarte
pero si
Hoy senti que tu estas en my corazon
y queria verte
ver tu apariencia y sonrisa
Hoy mi cariño por vos surgio denuevo
mi querida Frances
aunque los años pasaron
y yo no te vi
how te conoci de nuevo
No se de tu apariencia
o de tu sonrisa
pero se que ya no eres
aquella pequena sobrina
(tan simpatica ella)
Hoy mi corazon se paro momentariamente
y no supe que chisme decirte
o que cuento contarte
pero si
Hoy senti que tu estas en my corazon
y queria verte
ver tu apariencia y sonrisa
Hoy mi cariño por vos surgio denuevo
mi querida Frances
Hugo
Me ensenaste una leccion
aunque en es entonces no entendi
ahora si
Y mas que todo
te agradesco
por haber tomado pare en mi vida
Lagrimas caen por mis mejillas
cuando pienso en vos
Aunque son de pena
tambien so de alegria
Pues tu me ensenaste
a tolerar y amar
Gracias a esa bondad
con la cual la vida
te llevo por un camino muy estrecho
aunque en es entonces no entendi
ahora si
Y mas que todo
te agradesco
por haber tomado pare en mi vida
Lagrimas caen por mis mejillas
cuando pienso en vos
Aunque son de pena
tambien so de alegria
Pues tu me ensenaste
a tolerar y amar
Gracias a esa bondad
con la cual la vida
te llevo por un camino muy estrecho
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Human side to the Iraqi war
This picture is from AP "An Iraqi boy talks to a British soldier in Basra, southeast of Baghdad." It appears that the boy is giving a lesson to the soldier and the soldier is attentive listening. Wishful thinking to toy with the idea that adults would listen to the sensitive perception of youth.
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Beat of Your Heart
Hayley Westenra does a fantastic job singing this particular song
Carry me away from this dark and lonely room
Light me in your arms - all I want to know is you
Chase away the darkness with everything you are
I will find my strength in the beat of your heart
Picture book of memories, how we used to be
Some people spend a lifetime waiting for their dreams
But I won't find the answers by looking at the stars
I will find my strength in the beat of your heart
Time held in our hands
Will change into years gone by
If I can hold on to you
I'll leave all my fears behind
Holding on we drift like two flowers on the sea
Riding on the waves letting go of what will be
I won't find the answers by staring at the stars
I've found all my dreams in the beat of your heart
I've found all my dreams in the beat of your heart
Carry me away from this dark and lonely room
Light me in your arms - all I want to know is you
Chase away the darkness with everything you are
I will find my strength in the beat of your heart
Picture book of memories, how we used to be
Some people spend a lifetime waiting for their dreams
But I won't find the answers by looking at the stars
I will find my strength in the beat of your heart
Time held in our hands
Will change into years gone by
If I can hold on to you
I'll leave all my fears behind
Holding on we drift like two flowers on the sea
Riding on the waves letting go of what will be
I won't find the answers by staring at the stars
I've found all my dreams in the beat of your heart
I've found all my dreams in the beat of your heart
Monday, October 23, 2006
Los barrios de La Paz
Foto y articulo publicado por el periodico La Razon. El Castillo Camacho es donde yo vivi mis primeros 12 anios de mi vida.
Picture and article published by La Razon. The Camacho Castle was where I lived the first 12 years of my life.
Foto: Arte Gismondi / Archivo La Razón. CASTILLO CAMACHO • Final de la avenida Saavedra, primera mitad del siglo XX.
Photo by: Arte Gismondi / Archive La Razon. CAMACHO CASTLE • End of Savedra Avenue, first half of the 20th century.
Como homenaje al 458 aniversario de fundación de Nuestra Señora de La Paz en un fascinante ámbito prehispánico, el equipo “Nueva Generación” de la Carrera de Historia, UMSA, presenta artículos que destacan las identidades y sentidos de la ciudad y su entorno. El propósito es que la fuerza del pasado inspire, ante los retos actuales de mantener y proyectar espacios de democracia y diversidad con sentido humano. La coordinación estuvo a cargo de Magdalena Cajías, Jorge Ocsa, Marcelo Ticona y Raúl Calderón.
Picture and article published by La Razon. The Camacho Castle was where I lived the first 12 years of my life.
Foto: Arte Gismondi / Archivo La Razón. CASTILLO CAMACHO • Final de la avenida Saavedra, primera mitad del siglo XX.
Photo by: Arte Gismondi / Archive La Razon. CAMACHO CASTLE • End of Savedra Avenue, first half of the 20th century.
Como homenaje al 458 aniversario de fundación de Nuestra Señora de La Paz en un fascinante ámbito prehispánico, el equipo “Nueva Generación” de la Carrera de Historia, UMSA, presenta artículos que destacan las identidades y sentidos de la ciudad y su entorno. El propósito es que la fuerza del pasado inspire, ante los retos actuales de mantener y proyectar espacios de democracia y diversidad con sentido humano. La coordinación estuvo a cargo de Magdalena Cajías, Jorge Ocsa, Marcelo Ticona y Raúl Calderón.
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