#Riva Salazar

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A team of Indigenous Yucuna women in the Colombian Amazon are rescuing and documenting the remaining oral knowledge on bees and their roles in the ecosystem, along with the traditional classification system of diverse bee species. With the help of nine elders, they are documenting and sketching tales and songs to gather bee names, characteristics, behaviors, roles in their crop fields and the places where bees build beehives. [...]

Je’chu [...]. “He is [...] our grandfather,” narrates Carmenza Yucuna Rivas, leader of the Miriti-Parana Indigenous Reserve in Colombia, located in the Amazon Rainforest. [...] “Beehives [...] give us the opportunity to create chakras [food gardens typically using an agroforestry model with divers plant species] [...]. They let us have something to cultivate [...] in the first place.”

To rescue and document the remaining oral knowledge of the origin of bees in their culture and their importance to their ecosystems and territory, Carmenza is leading research about these species with 36 women from the 12 communities part of the Indigenous reserve. [...]

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Since the second half of 2020, Carmenza and her colleagues have been going to each of the communities and speaking to elders to gather information, such as tales and songs that talk of the origin of the bees. They also draw [...]. Each of them has taken the task of sketching the stories on paper to describe the insects.

Their aim is to classify the bees according to the cultural system of the Yucuna-Matapí, Tanimuca-Letuama, and Tuyuca-Macuna peoples, including their names, characteristics, and the places where they build the beehives.

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Carmenza describes one by one the most relevant bees in the territory. The munumunú are the Melipona, that is, the bees that produce honey; the mapa or mapachara are the ones that produce the wax that is used for healing and rituals; the mapakayuna are small and live next to the crops to guarantee their productivity; and the jiñuna “are a great species,” says Carmenza. They live in the Yavarí coconut trees on the river shore where they build huge yellow beehives. [...] Carmenza says that even with the research process and its results, the findings and daily learnings keep surprising them. [...]

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“We’ll take all this knowledge to schools so that teachers can share it with the kids and show them the tales, the drawings, and the classifications and talk about the value of bees in culture. But also, so that they know that bees aren’t beings without importance,” says Carmenza. “They care for us without realizing it. They, through the pollination of trees and flora, help the world breathe.”

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Headline, images, captions, and all text published by: Astrid Arellano, as translated by Maria Angeles Salazar. “Indigenous women record age-old knowledge of bees in Colombia’s Amazon.” Mongabay. 8 February 2023. [Originally published by Arellano as “El origen de las abejas: la importancia del conocimiento ancestral indígena para salvarlas en Colombia” at Mongabay’s Latam site on 12 August 2022.]

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"Las Grandes Bonanzas del Perú"

¡Mis queridas pulgas aventureras! Hoy vamos a dar un salto a través de la fascinante historia económica del Perú, explorando sus diferentes épocas de bonanza. Desde el apogeo del guano hasta el auge minero, cada etapa dejó su huella en la economía y en las comunidades locales. ¡Vamos a descubrirlo! 📜🐜

Para más información: https://www.canva.com/design/DAGQYtuY8hc/YHoFkkm6BFAk7rX_paHyyg/edit?utm_content=DAGQYtuY8hc&utm_campaign=designshare&utm_medium=link2&utm_source=sharebutton

Durante la Era del Guano (1830-1876), Perú prosperó económicamente como principal proveedor mundial de guano, pero los ingresos se malgastaron, llevando a una crisis económica. La Bonanza del Caucho (1880-1914) trajo riqueza a la Amazonía peruana, pero la explotación de las comunidades indígenas y la falta de sostenibilidad causaron un rápido declive.

La Bonanza de la Caña de Azúcar (1894-1929) impulsó el crecimiento económico debido a la alta demanda internacional, pero la caída de los precios y la Primera Guerra Mundial afectaron gravemente la industria. Durante la Primera Bonanza Minera (1943-1976), Perú se convirtió en un importante exportador de plata, aunque la economía minera fue vulnerable a las fluctuaciones de precios.

La Bonanza Pesquera (1939-1963) trajo prosperidad gracias a la producción de harina y aceite de pescado, pero la sobreexplotación de los recursos marinos provocó una crisis. Finalmente, la Segunda Bonanza Minera (1990-2011) permitió un crecimiento significativo y atrajo inversiones extranjeras, aunque la economía seguía siendo vulnerable a la demanda internacional de minerales.

Estos ciclos económicos muestran la dependencia histórica de Perú en la exportación de recursos naturales y los desafíos asociados a la falta de sostenibilidad y la volatilidad de los precios internacionales.

Mis pulgas, tras recorrer la historia económica de Perú y observar cómo las bonanzas iban y venían como olas, hemos llegado a una conclusión evidente: la verdadera raíz del problema fue la falta de educación. Perú quedó atrapado en la dependencia de sus recursos naturales porque nunca invirtió lo suficiente en el poder transformador del conocimiento. Mientras otros países apostaban por educar a sus ciudadanos, fomentando la innovación y la diversificación, Perú dejó pasar esa oportunidad. Sin una población educada, las decisiones estratégicas a largo plazo brillaron por su ausencia, y así se desvanecieron esas épocas doradas. ¡Si hubieran invertido en educación, estaríamos contando otra historia! 🐜🐜

Referencias:

Bahlburg, F. (2023). The Local Impact of Mining in Peruvian Districts: Evidence of a Subnational Resource Curse?. International Journal of Energy Economics and Policy, 13(4), 264–286. https://doi.org/10.32479/ijeep.14319

Biblioteca Nacional de Perú (s.f). Documentos relativos al proyecto de venta directa del huano. https://bibliotecadigital.bnp.gob.pe/items/0863002a-0e60-44a6-aa24-4a445a584eb4

Cosamalón, J., Armas, F., Deustua, J., Monsalve, M. y Salinas, A. (2020). ECONOMÍA DE LA PRIMERA CENTURÍA INDEPENDIENTE. Instituto de Estudios Peruanos. https://www.bcrp.gob.pe/docs/Publicaciones/libros/historia/4-economia-de-la-primera-centuria-independiente.pdf

Memoria del Banco Central de Reserva del Perú(2019).Memorias 1963. https://www.bcrp.gob.pe/docs/Publicaciones/Memoria/Memoria-BCRP-1963.pdf

Miguel Ccasani(2022). El Perú ante la Primera Guerra Mundial: las exportaciones de La Libertad de 1917 a 1921 . http://dx.doi.org/10.21142/des-1402-2022-0025

Salazar,J. (2019). Los crímenes y la extracción sin futuro: el caso de la explotación cauchera en el Putumayo (1880-1915). Revista Del Instituto Riva-Agüero, 4(2), 87-118. https://doi.org/10.18800/revistaira.201902.003Salvatteci, R., & Mendo, J. (s. f.). Estimación de las pérdidas bio-económicas causadas por la captura de juveniles de anchoveta ( Engraulis ringens, J. ) en la costa peruana. http://www.scielo.org.pe/scielo.php?script=sci_arttext&pid=S1726-22162005000100015&lang=esVíctor, T. C. (s. f.-c). Grupos económicos y bonanza minera en el Perú. http://www.scielo.org.pe/scielo.php?script=sci_arttext&pid=S0252-18652014000200006&lang=es

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A bit late but couldn't forget about them, our Paralympics delegation. They absolutely killed it. Every single one of them giving it all and making us proud.

Thank you to all of our 78 participants, 28 medalists, and 44 diplomas.

Alex Enrique Martínez Guevara, Ana Lucía Pinto Ochoa, Andrés Felipe Mosquera Neira, Angie Lizeth Pabón Mamian, Aura Cristina Poblador Granados, Bertha Cecilia Fernández Arango, Brayan Mauricio Triana Herrera, Buinder Brainer Bermúdez Villar, Carlos Andrés Vargas Villanueva, Carlos Daniel Serrano Zárate, Daniel Giraldo Correa, Daniela Carolina Munévar Flórez, Darian Faisury Jiménez Sánchez, David Felipe Rendón Acosta, Diego Fernando Meneses Medina, Edilson Chica Chica, Edwin Fabián Matiz Ruiz, Eglain Antonio Mena Lemus, Erica María Castaño Salazar, Euclides Grisales Diaz, Fabio Torres Silva, Francy Esther Osorio Calderón, Fredy Duvian López Morales, Gabriela Oviedo Rueda, Giovanny Andrés Malambo Rachez, Gisell Natalia Prada Pachón, Héctor Julio Ramírez Murcia, Ionis Dayana salcedo rodríguez, Jesús Alberto López, Jesús Augusto Romero Montoya, Jhohan Darío Ardila Cárdenas, Jhon Alexander Hernández García, Jhon Eider González Hernández, Jhon Fredy Gómez Giraldo, Jhon Sebastián Obando Asprilla, José Gregorio Lemos Rivas, Juan Alejandro Campas Sánchez, Juan David Pérez Quintero, Juan Esteban García Sánchez, Juan Esteban Patiño Giraldo, Juan José Betancourt Quiroga, Julián Andrés Jaramillo Téllez, Karen Tatiana Palomeque Moreno, Kevin Alfonso Moreno Gualaco, Laura Carolina González Rodríguez, Leider Albeiro Lemus Rojas, Leidy Johanna Chica Chica, Lino Nicolás Coca Castro, Luis dahir Arizala Ocoró, Luis Fernando Lara Rodallega, Luis Fernando Lucumí Villegas, Luis Francisco Sanclemente, María Alejandra Murillo Benítez, María Angélica Bernal Villalobos, María Mónica Daza Guzmán, María Paula Barrera Zapata, María Salomé Henao Sánchez, María Teresa Restrepo Rojas, Mariana Guerrero Martínez, Mauricio Andrés Valencia Campo, Mayerli Buitrago Ariza, Miguel Ángel Rincón Narváez, Nelson Crispín Corzo, Niver Rangel palmera, Paula Andrea Ossa Veloza, Reynel Romero Montoya, Santiago Solis Torres, Sara del Pilar Vargas Blanco, William Jair higuera Ocampo, Xiomara Saldarriaga Hernández, Yamil David Acosta Manjarrez, Yasiris Blandón Escobar, Yeferson Suárez Cardona, Yeniffer Paredes Muriel, Yesenia María Restrepo Muñoz, Yesica Paola Muñoz Nieto, Zharith Alejandra Rodríguez Silva, Zuleiny Rodríguez Trujillo

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INFLICTED PAIRINGS - EVENT PROMPT

TASK 006: PAIRING THREADS CHALLENGE

For the 'Twas the Night Before New Years plot drop, you are able to post open starters and create closed starters with whoever you'd like. But, in promotion of branching out and developing next connections with other characters, we, your admins, challenge you to write a thread with your pairing below. We have grouped characters together who we've noticed don't interact as much as maybe some other characters do, in the hope of creating new connections and inspiring muse. There is no deadline for creating the below pairing threads and the below pairing threads aren't mandatory (in case your partner goes on hiatus or is unavailable during the span of the event etc.), but we hope the pairings will inspire you.

THE PAIRINGS ARE AS FOLLOWED...

Poppy Reed & Eren Öztürk

Amrita Singh, Nico Castillo & Leyla Selvi

Mason Mahir & Selin Yildiz

Rae Elle Park, Noelia Delaney-Yassin & Dilan Selvi

Briar Reed, Austin Lishan & Safiye Yildiz

Jasmine St. Claire & Ben Anak Bandi

Linden Reed, Billie Fitz & Elif Karadas

Meena Raja & J.C. Carvalho

Arlo Ladrón, Efe Umukoro & Bexley Beck

Remmy McAllister, Artie Salazar & Rohan Persaud

Julian Chandler, Ken Matsui & Rangi Hira

Ronnie Bishop & Culver Blythe

Ralph Middlemas, Aiyla Baysal & Jonah Rivas

Bri Rivas, Anna Hyde & Kitty Hensley

Sébastien De Fortier, Suresh Sahni & Aaliyah Rose

Silas Chamberlain & Kui James

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We propose the common name, Northern Green Anaconda, for Eunectes akayima sp. nov. Before the arrival of the Spaniards, northern Venezuela was occupied by various Indigenous nations, among which the Caribs were an important group. Several Carib nations remain including the Kariña, Panare, Yekuana, Pemones, and Akawaio. The word for anaconda in various Cariban languages is a variant of akayima/okoyimo/okoimo, in which akayi/okoyi/okoi means “snake” and the suffix -ima/-imo means “large”. The suffix -ima/-imo does not necessarily mean ‘large’ in a physical sense. Rather, it is used to denote the kind of largeness that indicates a different category of being. The literal translation of akayima is “The Great Snake” (S. Gildea pers. Communication). [...] We, therefore, acknowledge the culture of these Indigenous people who share their territories with this species by adopting their word for anaconda as the specific epithet for this new species. We propose the common name for E. murinus as Southern Green Anaconda, to promote taxonomic stability for the most widely distributed species and avoid confusion.

-Disentangling the Anacondas: Revealing a New Green Species and Rethinking Yellows by Jesús Rivas; Paola De La Quintana; Marco Mancuso; Luis Pacheco; Gilson Rivas; Sandra Mariotto; David Salazar-Valenzuela; Marcelo Tepeña Baihua; Penti Baihua; Penti Burghardt; Freek Vonk; Emil Hernandez; Juán Elías García-Pérez; Bryan Fry; Sarah Corey-Rivas

hi do y'all mind if i misuse this blog entirely for a second. idk why i'm asking i don't actually care they found a new snake it's a New Snake we didn't know about this snake before!!!!

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ETERNALS CLIP COMPILATION (2021) Sci-Fi

It looks like an odd creature on the cover it's really a dragon and hours of a little bit more Kraken in them, normally they are white here is kind of black and it's because of what's there in the ocean and it's kind of a weird week food for him and it's smog and he appears as a man to that woman and it's Angelina Jolie now The other woman. And they're thinking of letting smog out no they're trying to fight over them over him and it's quite a fight it's at Disney world it's very quiet a lot of it is down below and the armies are clashing all the time and they will be out pretty soon though they're going to head north and huge numbers then they will try for pseudo empire bunkers in the deserts and it will toast tons of them here you see my character Ashirem and I am telling them you're trying to destroy one and it said you would sacrifice one it sounds pretty bad and it sounded like they did but they didn't successfully and he comes out after and he has seen in the fantastic four movie destroying a death star himself a really big one it's better than him he's pretty big and yeah he is probably his head is about 60 miles across so yeah like 6,000 miles or they're saying 2,000 miles it's probably more likely. These are the two out in there the deserts in California the Mojave and burning Man. And they weren't there quite often and it's always some kind of whirlwind and there trying to take it over they're trying to threaten the other one to control mine and that's what these folks are doing and it hasn't happened yet and it doesn't mean that they're first it means that they I'll probably second and they go nuts cuz they find out that they're bigger and those giants get away and they're only about someone said 10 miles someone said 5 MI but if you look at them people think 2 miles each but that might be their head with my husband says about 10 miles and that's what Thor and Freya said that's true they're pretty big and they have power they have to go down and they start trying to reinstall sorts of giants everywhere no they're trying to take him over that's what happens we think it's first

Hera

Zues

It is first and Salazar and got his wife and Hera's side demanded. And we will follow that and do it that way yes. And he's going to help with his cars he wonders if he wants to do the coyote he says why and it's similar to his and it is so he's going to try and pick that up and maybe do it in Mexico and that would explain the show with his son's body out there this is going to try and do it with him but really his son's body is already out so we get that John Riva Lord thinks that he is out there and the phone is put in an act but really it's going to be great just so perfect car cuz their cars are like Asian cars. And vital and got his wife are going to help and it's his father and they're on it and it's going to be great and they just won't leave the names alone they're horrible this is going to start and it will start in Monaco she's going to look for an event

Thor Freya

Olympus

What the hell's going on these are giants but they're not regular Giants

BG we have information that says there the clans and just wondering where we got it it's from this guy John remillard and they've been reviving them he says and all this stuff I did not see it in writing okay so it's probably b*******

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DESCARRILA LA LOCOMOTORA EN MIAMI

El Paso, Texas., domingo 6 de agosto de 2023.-El Paso Locomotive FC (West-6, 9-8-5, 32 puntos) cayó 4-0 en su primer encuentro con Miami FC el sábado por la noche en el FIU Stadium

El Paso concedería el primer gol del partido en el minuto 13, posteriormente Miami duplicaría  su ventaja justo antes del final de la primera mitad a través de un tiro penal. El entrenador en jefe y director técnico, Brian Clarhaut, también sería expulsado antes de concluir la primera parte del encuentro.

A pesar de jugar una segunda mitad más fuerte, El Paso no pudo encontrar un avance y les volvieron a anotar dos veces más en los últimos minutos del partido. 

El Locomotive ahora emprenderá el viaje por carretera rumbo a Phoenix para enfrentar el sábado al Rising FC.

NOTAS DEL EQUIPO

El mediocampista Luis "Lalito" Moreno, de 17 años, registró su primera titularidad con el Locomotora, convirtiéndose en el segundo jugador más joven en la historia del club en iniciar un partido.

El defensor y capitán del club, Yuma, hizo su tan esperado regreso desde que se lesionó la rodilla el 5 de mayo en Colorado Springs Switchbacks FC.

El mediocampista Liam Rose regresó a la cancha desde que se lesionó el tobillo en casa contra Oakland Roots el 22 de julio.

GOLES

MIA 1 - Joaquín Rivas (Christian Sorto) 13'

MIA 2 - Joaquín Rivas (Penalti) 45+4'

MIA 3 - Nick Hinds (gol en propia puerta) 90+1'

MIA 4 - Gabriel Cabral (Mark Segbers) 90+4'

ALINEACIONES

ELP – (4-2-3-1) Benny Diaz, Erik McCue, Jose Carrillo (Yuma), Eder Borelli – C (Nick Hinds), Marc Navarro (Miles Lyons), Eric Calvillo, Luis Moreno (Liam Rose), Petar Petrovic, Denys Kostyshyn, Aaron Gomez (Ricardo Zacarias), Luis Solignac

Suplentes no utilizados: Javier García, Louis Herrera

MIA – (4-3-3) Adrián Zendejas, Aedan Stanley, Ben Ofeimu, Paco Craig – C, Mark Segbers, Ryan Telfar (Ben Mines), Boluwatife Akinyode, Gabriel Cabral, Joaquín Rivas, Michael Salazar (Kyle Murphy), Christian Sorto (Claudio Repetto)

Suplentes no utilizados: Jake McGuire, Dennis Dowouna, Curtis Thorn, Gustavo Rissi

RESUMEN DE MALA CONDUCTA

ELP – Aaron Gomez (Amarillo) 45+1', Brian Clarhaut (Rojo) 45+3', Marc Navarro (Amarillo) 49', Erik McCue (Amarillo) 50'

MIA – Ben Ofeimu (Amarillo) 62'

ESTADÍSTICAS DEL PARTIDO: ELP | desaparecido en combate

GOLES: 0|4

ASISTENCIAS: 0|2

POS. %: 50|50

TIROS: 9|16

TIROS A PORTERÍA: 3|5

SALVADOS: 2|3

FALTAS: 13|7

FUERA DE JUEGO: 0|3

ESQUINAS: 5|8

Próximo juego: sábado 12 de agosto en Phoenix Rising FC. Inicio a las 9:00 PM tiempo de la montaña en el Phoenix Rising Stadium.

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Logra Chihuahua clasificación en box, triatlón y luchas asociadas

Como parte de las competencias de Macroregionales y Regionales rumbo a Juegos Nacionales Conade 2023, Chihuahua logró su clasificación en las disciplinas de box, triatlón y luchas asociadas.

En el Triatlón se logró la clasificación de 10 deportistas de las categorías Infantil Mayor, Juvenil Menor, Juvenil Mayor y Juvenil Superior, entre los que destacan: Jonathan Chávez, Katia Calvo, Victoria Retana, Vania Acosta, Kevin Herrera, así como Obed Rivas, Víctor Salazar, Martín Serna, Andrea Chávez y Rene Howlet, luego de su participación en Durango, Durango.

La sede del Regional de Boxeo fue Hermosillo, Sonora, donde consiguieron su pase a la etapa nacional: Adrián Quintana (Welter ligero), Emilio Roa (Pesado), Daniel Loya (Mosca) y Ángel Carrillo (Pluma), mientras que, los hermanos Ari y Andrey Bonilla, aseguraron su pase tras su participación en el mundial juvenil de la especialidad.

En Monterrey, Nuevo León, se realizaron las eliminatorias de Luchas Asociadas, donde el selectivo chihuahuense logró clasificar a 6 atletas, entre los que están en la categoría Sub 15, Gerardo Murillo en los 68 kilogramos (kg) en grecorromana, en la rama femenil, Romina Yáñez (29-33kg), Estéfani Contreras (42kg), Dulce Robles (62kg), mientras que en la categoría Sub 20, obtuvieron su pase Lluvia Ruiz (62kg) y Ana Karen Rodríguez (68kg).

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LA EDUCACIÓN A DISTANCIA COMO RESPUESTA A LAS NECESIDADES EDUCATIVAS DEL SIGLO XXI.

La sociedad actualmente enfrenta retos y necesidades. Uno de ellos es la educación. La demanda de la educación superior va incrementando al pasar de los años, las personas que desean ser parte de una formación profesional es cada vez mayor, pero el sistema educativo no da para satisfacerla esta necesidad. Los procesos de selección se vuelven cada vez más rigurosos y por esto muchos de los aspirantes no logran ingresar. Además, existe otro gran sector de población que no logra acceder debido a temas familiares, laborales, económicos o su lugar de residencia.

En el ámbito social, político, económico y cultural del XXI, donde se cita que la sociedad tiene acceso al conocimiento, la globalización, las TIC y la multiculturalidad, se ve gravemente afectada debido a los grandes retos que enfrenta al momento de atender la demanda. En este contexto, la actualización de enfoques pedagógicos, curriculares y la relación de la educación con áreas como la ciencia y la tecnología empiezan a hacer analizadas.

Frente a estos desafíos, la educación a distancia toma popularidad y viabilidad, debido a sis características flexibles y eficaces. Dando lugar importante a la educación de la sociedad, especialmente teniendo en cuenta que este modelo se ayuda con métodos, técnicas y recursos que potencializan la flexibilidad y productividad en el proceso de enseñanza y aprendizaje. Ya que este método permite al estudiante desarrollar habilidades y estrategias para que los métodos de su aprendizaje se centren en la idea principal que es apropiar y construir conocimientos, según los necesite. Del mismo modo le permite superar obstáculos relacionados con el tiempo y espacio.

Según (Torres, 2004, p. 32; Rodríguez Ruiz, 2013), Alfonso (2003, p. 2) y Contreras, Leal y

Salazar (2001, p. 7)) La educación a distancia ha tenido una gran evolución a través de las ultimas décadas del siglo XX (Begoña, 2004) y al ver como la necesidad del desarrollo y aprendizaje en las tecnologías de la comunicación este modelo de educación se sitúa como unos de los más acertados para la práctica educativa. (Garrison, 2000 y Rivas, 2012). Para confirmar esta información Salazar y Melo (2013, p. 86) dicen que existen 21 mega universidades al rededor del mundo implementando programas a distancia, los cuales atienden a 12 millones de estudiantes aproximadamente, Estas 21 instituciones están distribuidas así: 14 en Asia, tres en Europa, tres en Norte América y una en África.

En la actualidad el papel de la educación a distancia ha sido muy relevante en la sociedad actual, así que es pertinente preguntarse que tanto se conoce de esta modalidad. Preguntas como: qué es la educación a distancia, cuál es su historia, en qué se diferencia de la educación presencial, cuáles son sus características, ventajas y limitaciones, a quien está dirigida y cuál es su nivel de reconocimiento y aceptación en la sociedad actual. En este documento se darán respuestas a las anteriores dudas teniendo como referencia a varios expertos sobre el tema.

APROXIMACION A LA EDUCACION A DISTANCIA.

Esta educación no precisa de un significado, ya que a través de los años esta modalidad se ha visto en constante cambio debido al tiempo y el lugar en donde se desarrolla. Pues la que hoy se conoce no es la misma con la que se empezó en el siglo XVIII y muy probablemente no será la misma en los próximos años. Esto también se debe a los contextos geográficos, ya que en cada ubicación se concibe de manera diferente. Aquí veremos los diferentes argumentos de expertos, perspectivas, fundamentos, propuestas que varían debido a factores como: la concepción teórica, la filosofía de educación, apoyo social y político. las

necesidades educativas de la población, el grupo destinatario, los recursos tecnológicos

disponibles y el desarrollo de los medios de comunicación, entre otros. En este trabajo se analizaron las conocidas, como las de García Aretio (2002), Torres (2004), Moore, Dickson-Deane y Galyen (2011), Contreras, Leal y Salazar (2001), Burns (2011) y Sarmiento (2014).

Para ellos, la educación a distancia es un sistema tecnológico de comunicación bidireccional (multidireccional), que con ayuda de estrategias pedagógicas y mecanismos de comunicación vinculan a los docentes y estudiantes sin importar espacio, tiempo y ubicación geográfica. En esta modalidad se imparten conocimientos, habilidades, actitudes mediante actividades, material de aprendizaje, estrategias y encuentros a través de los medios de comunicación.

El ministerio de Educación nacional de Colombia a través de su decreto 1295 del 20 de abril del 2010, en su art 16, Decreto 1820 del 1983 y según Jiminián (2009, p. 71), Sarmiento (2014, p. 311) la educación a Distancia es modalidad incluyente debido a que no aplica restricciones, ni privilegios de edad, sexo, posición social, prerrequisitos ni exámenes de

admisión, se valora conocimientos, espacio de aprendizaje y no se limita a un campus universitario.

En lo anterior mencionado logramos ver que el aprendizaje es guiado y autónomo, la tecnología comunicativa va de la mano con los métodos didácticos pedagógicos que estos desarrollan.

A lo largo del tiempo Jacques Delors (1996), y Torres (2004), afirman que la demanda de educación por parte de los adultos, aumenta significativamente, debido a un factor común, ellos no pueden dirigirse regularmente a las aulas presenciales debido a sus compromisos personales. En este aspecto la educación a distancia se posiciona como modelo alternativo y complementario gracias a sus características abiertas y flexibles. Así que este método no solo es eficaz si no que también es innovador, lo cual permite responder de forma positiva la demanda de la educación superior.

OBJETIVOS DE LA EDUCACION A DISTANCIA:

promover cambios mediante la educación para lograr una sociedad más justa.

fomentar la igualdad de oportunidades de acceso a la educación superior.

ofrecer oportunidades de educación tecnológica y superior a todos los bachilleres.

estimular la creatividad y la investigación.

ABIERTA Y A DISTANCIA: DOS TRIBUTOS, UN MODELO

Actualmente se normalizo llamar “abierta y a distancia” a la educación a distancia, como si se tratara de un compuesto, pero la realidad es que son 2 tipos de educación que se relacionan. Bates (1999), García Aretio (2002) Torres (2004), González (2003), Tichapondwa y Tau (2009), (Contreras, Leal y Salazar, 2001; Cabral,

2011, p. 12), y García Aretio (2002:9) defienden la necesidad de hacer una distinción entre educación a distancia y educación abierta. En el primer caso, el principal diferenciador es que la interacción entre estudiante docente se realiza a través de medios de comunicación, sin compartir un aula, al contrario de la abierta, aquí vemos la ausencia de restricciones para el ingreso, lo que significa que aquí el aprendizaje es autónomo, el estudiante decide su ritmo, los cursos y reuniones en los que quiere participar. Es por esto que se ha llegado a pensar en redefinir el concepto “abierta y a distancia”, ya no como dualidad si no como unidad, esto implicaría fortalecimiento en la cultura educativa según este modelo, diseñar estrategias pedagógicas y didácticas para que se haga posible la autogestión del conocimiento.

GENESIS DE LA EDICACION A DISTANCIA

Se habla de los inicios de la educación a distancia remontase a las antiguas civilizaciones (sumeria, egipcia, hebrea y griega) donde se dice que se realizó a través de las cartas (práctica conocida como epistolografía), también encontramos hipótesis sobre que se empezó en la época de la imprenta debido a que el conocimiento se pudo plasmar y evidenciar a través de la escritura. Pero realmente no fue su no hasta 1728 donde se oferto el primer curso de taquigrafía por el profesor Caleb Philips, el cual se realizó a través de material auto instructivo con entregas semanales y tutoría. Se volvió a ofertar otro curso a finales de 1800, este fue por parte de la Universidad de Chicago. Este fue pensado en las personas que no disponían de tiempo para dirigirse a una institución educativa. No fue hasta en 1833 que la universidad de Swedish anuncia la oportunidad de estudiar por medio de correspondencia, esto impulso que en 1840 Isaac Pitman adaptó el sistema de taquigrafía para impartir formación bíblica por correspondencia, lo que conllevó a la creación de Sir Isaac Pitman Correspondence Colleges (Bower y Hardy, 2004, p. 6).

En todos los casos, se coincidió que no si no hasta la mitad del siglo XX que la educación a distancia se expandió y se reconoció a mayor escala. Es importante resaltar que esta educación ha tenido diversas denominaciones (educación por correspondencia, estudio

independiente, forma industrializada de educación, estudios externos, aprendizaje flexible y autoformación.) pero el concepto que mejor se le acoge es educación a distancia ya que tiene como elemento en común el hecho de que el estudiante no hace presencia física en una institución, al contrario, realiza sus actividades desde el lugar en el que este, como por ejemplo su casa, su oficina, entre otras. Gracias a que se incorporó la tecnología computadores, redes wifi, internet) en los procesos educativos en estas nuevas generaciones (4 y 5 generación) se denomina a esta modalidad como e-learning, educación en línea y educación virtual.

LA EVOLUCIÓN DE LA EDUCACIÓN A DISTANCIA

La evolución de la educación a distancia ha sido categorizada en varias generaciones, considerando principalmente la tecnología utilizada para producir y distribuir recursos educativos. Diferentes autores proponen entre tres y seis generaciones. Algunos enfatizan el papel de la tecnología, mientras que otros se centran en enfoques pedagógicos. En general, las primeras generaciones se basaron en materiales impresos y correspondencia, seguidas por la incorporación de medios analógicos como radio y televisión. Las últimas generaciones destacan el papel de la informática, la digitalización, y la integración de tecnologías en entornos virtuales. Algunos enfoques consideran la importancia de las tecnologías, mientras que otros se centran en enfoques pedagógicos como el cognitivismo, el constructivismo social y el conectivismo. La educación a distancia ha evolucionado desde superar barreras geográficas en el siglo XX hacia un enfoque centrado en la enseñanza y el aprendizaje, respaldado por tecnologías y estrategias de comunicación en el siglo XXI.

CARACTERISTICAS DE LA EDUCACION A DISTANCIA:

La educación a distancia se distingue por varias características según autores como García Aretio, Saba, Florido, Begoña y Cabral. Destacan:

Enfoque en el estudiante: El aprendizaje autónomo es fundamental, y la responsabilidad del estudiante en la construcción del conocimiento se realiza a través de interacciones con el docente en conversaciones didácticas.

Importancia de los recursos educativos: Los materiales educativos tienen un papel crucial, ya que contienen toda la información necesaria para el estudiante. La ausencia de interacción directa entre docentes y estudiantes hace que la enseñanza se lleve a cabo a través de materiales de estudio bien planificados.

Uso de recursos tecnológicos: Desde el papel hasta herramientas telemáticas, los recursos técnicos de comunicación de masas son esenciales en la educación a distancia. La planificación sistemática en lo institucional y pedagógico es vital para el diseño, producción y distribución eficaz de los materiales de estudio.

Autonomía del estudiante: El estudiante tiene la libertad de elegir espacio, tiempo, estilo, ritmo y método de aprendizaje, lo que le permite aprender desde cualquier lugar y gestionar su tiempo. Sin embargo, la gestión del tiempo es crucial para el éxito, ya que el estudio puede entrar en conflicto con otras actividades si no se organiza adecuadamente.

Autorregulación: Implica la capacidad del estudiante para regular su propio proceso de aprendizaje de manera intencional y consciente. En educación a distancia, donde la responsabilidad recae en el estudiante, la autorregulación es esencial.

Separación estudiante-docente: Los programas a distancia están diseñados para gestionar una separación física y temporal entre el estudiante y el profesor.

VENTAJAS DE LA EDUCACION A DISTANCIA:

La educación a distancia ofrece diversas ventajas en comparación con otras formas de educación:

Asincronicidad: La flexibilidad temporal en las interacciones pedagógicas permite a los estudiantes decidir cuándo dedicarse a las actividades académicas, con la capacidad de reflexionar antes de responder a cuestiones y utilizar registros de interacciones para investigación y evaluación.

Autonomía del estudiante: La posibilidad de que los estudiantes decidan dónde, cuándo y a qué ritmo estudiar, sin depender del profesor o compañeros, facilita el acceso a programas de estudio para personas con diversas ocupaciones y estilos de vida.

Mayor cobertura: La educación a distancia no tiene limitaciones en la cantidad y tamaño de las aulas, permitiendo que los estudiantes estén en diferentes lugares sin tener que reunirse en un mismo espacio, lo que amplía significativamente la cobertura educativa.

Reducción de costos: Desde la perspectiva económica, se observa una disminución en los costos educativos para los estudiantes al eliminar gastos asociados al transporte, alojamiento y alimentación requeridos en la educación presencial.

Enfoque didáctico y flexibilidad: El diseño didáctico de los materiales permite a los estudiantes aprender sin la necesidad de tener al docente presente.

LIMITACIONES DE LA EDUCACIÓN A DISTANCIA

La educación a distancia presenta tanto ventajas como inconvenientes. Entre los inconvenientes destacan:

Aislamiento del estudiante: La falta de interacción directa con tutores y compañeros puede generar sentimientos de soledad en los estudiantes. Aunque se implementan encuentros tutoriales y herramientas telemáticas para mitigar este aislamiento, persiste como una característica distintiva de esta modalidad.

Limitaciones en la movilización de actitudes: La reducción de oportunidades de encuentro presencial disminuye la posibilidad de cambios de actitud mediante el contacto directo con profesores y compañeros.

RECONOCIMIENTO SOCIAL DE LA EDUCACIÓN A DISTANCIA

La educación a distancia ha sido una propuesta revolucionaria en el ámbito educativo al romper con el paradigma del aula de clase y democratizar el acceso a la educación. Inicialmente, enfrentó resistencia y fue considerada antidemocrática, pero a lo largo del tiempo, ha evolucionado y ganado aceptación.

Aunque persisten percepciones de que la educación a distancia es inferior a la presencial, King et al. (2001) argumentan que cada tipo de educación tiene sus propias fortalezas y limitaciones. La autonomía del estudiante en la gestión del tiempo y el ritmo de aprendizaje, la flexibilidad en el manejo de contenidos y el registro de interacciones son algunas de las fortalezas destacadas de la educación a distancia.

Matallana y Torres (2011) resaltan la importancia de la educación a distancia al cambiar paradigmas educativos y convertir a las instituciones en centros generadores de conocimiento, superando barreras de tiempo y espacio. Parra (2013) reconoce su relevancia y validez ante retos como inclusión, cobertura, calidad y pertinencia educativa.

Arboleda (2013) subraya la aceptación internacional de la educación a distancia como una estrategia legítima para el proceso de enseñanza-aprendizaje, ampliando la cobertura sin sacrificar la calidad. Barden (2014) sostiene que la educación a distancia y virtual son tan eficaces como la presencial, siendo preferidas por estudiantes adultos debido a su flexibilidad.

En el contexto de la sociedad del conocimiento, Rodríguez (2014) destaca la necesidad de un proceso continuo de actualización de conocimientos, llevando a un aumento significativo de la población adulta que recurre a programas de educación a distancia. esta reconocida y apreciada como una modalidad efectiva y necesaria en el panorama educativo actual.

CONCLUSIONES

La educación a distancia es una modalidad educativa diferente de la convencional, utilizando estrategias, medios y modelos de aprendizaje distintos. Su enfoque se apoya fuertemente en la tecnología para hacer accesible la educación a todas las personas, independientemente de su ubicación y ocupaciones. Es un modelo flexible que permite a los estudiantes decidir sus estrategias de estudio, horarios y ritmo de aprendizaje, adaptándose a sus circunstancias.

El origen preciso de la educación a distancia es tema de debate, pero desde sus inicios, ya sea en culturas antiguas, Reino Unido o América del Norte, ha buscado ofrecer oportunidades educativas a mujeres, trabajadores y personas de estratos socioeconómicos bajos. Ha logrado ampliar la cobertura y superar las barreras de espacio y tiempo, cumpliendo su propósito social de proporcionar educación equitativa.

Destacan algunas características identitarias de la educación a distancia, como el protagonismo del estudiante, la flexibilidad, el uso de recursos tecnológicos y la separación entre estudiantes y docentes. Estas propiedades pueden ser ventajosas o desfavorables según las circunstancias y el perfil del estudiante. La autonomía, por ejemplo, puede ser una oportunidad para algunos, pero una dificultad para otros, dependiendo de su disciplina y responsabilidad.

A pesar de las críticas y resistencia enfrentadas desde sus inicios, la educación a distancia ha persistido, crecido y fortalecido en aproximadamente doscientos años. Actualmente, alrededor de doce millones de personas estudian a distancia. Aunque enfrenta desafíos como el riesgo de plagio y la necesidad de actualización constante, la educación a distancia seguirá avanzando y satisfaciendo la necesidad educativa de un amplio sector de la población, requiriendo investigación, propuestas y apoyo de la sociedad, el gobierno y las instituciones.

BIBLIOGRAFIA (Torres, 2017)

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How I Know You: Éponine in Les Miserables and Kim in Miss Saigon (Part 2/2)

Captions explained below “Keep Reading.” If the person has a ^ next to them that means no picture is available of them in the production. Sorry about heads getting cut off.

Ma-Anne Dionisio- 3rd US Tour, World Tour/West End, Australia (alt), Toronto, 2010 TR, The Muny, Sacramento Music Circus

Manna Nichols- Pioneer Theatre, Maine State Music Theatre/US Mini Tour, Fulton Theatre, Walnut Street Theatre (u/s), Fisher Theatre

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I cling to your lips like gloss (4)

a Javier Peña x OFC story

also on AO3

tags&warnings: spoilers for S3 eps1+2 mainly, some for later episodes also; mention of drug use; brief description of a panic attack; sleazy David Rodríguez is sleazy; somewhat liberal use of the f-word and also other swearing; reference to past canon character deaths; this blog is CIA station chief Bill Stechner-phobic to the max; most non-graphic, vaguest possible reference to sex (to when Javi goes home with that lady in episode 1); oblivious mutual pining; idiots with zero emotional self-awareness; domesticity

word count: 15.435 (I’m sorry, here are some snacks 🍌🥨🧁🥤)

summary: Diana goes into the lions’ den. Javier is not having a good time. No one gets enough sleep.

tag list & author’s notes have been moved to the bottom. let me just say sorry this took me so long and I hope you’re all well and healthy and happy holidays and may the new year be better for all of us 

Masterlist

Prologue • Chapter 1 - The Informant • Chapter 2 - A Wedding and Four Funerals  • Chapter 3 -  Swallow Pride and Anger

Chapter 4 - Prime Numbers

Franklin Jurado, Diana thinks, is a bit of an ass. It's not even that he happily, willingly, goes around laundering narcos' blood money, or that he gets rich off that himself. In this moment, it's mostly the way he dismissively rolls his eyes and can barely keep the contempt out of his voice when arguing with her about Maltese vs Caymanian tax loopholes. Like she's an idiot for actually reading the laws, spotty as they are. 

On top of everything, it's keeping her in her office well past the time she was meaning to start getting changed and dolled up for the grand party that night, and she feels a pressure headache of annoyance building behind her temples to boot. 

She's this close to bludgeoning the man with her stapler when an insistent knock sounds at the door, followed by a blonde head poking in. The blonde lady starts speaking in rapid English, too abrupt for Diana's brain to keep up with what is being said, but she instinctively recognized the tone of a husband being reamed out with righteous indignation and if nothing else, it gives her a certain kind of vindication. 

"Hi, I'm Christina Jurado. Just Christina is fine. Pleasure to meet you!" The other woman now stepped fully into her office, holding out her hand and smiling just a tad too brightly. 

"Diana...Galindo." Why she'd chosen to be known here under her married name is anyone's guess. Perhaps it was mostly a matter of having grown used to it. Perhaps it allowed her to pretend that this wasn't quite her, just an act to be put on for a greater purpose. That helping drug cartel bosses hide their blood money from the tax man and signing off on their henchmen's paychecks was something that Diana Teresa Artemisia Rivas Rincón would not be caught dead doing, no matter the circumstances. "Pleased to meet you." 

"Franklin, we'll be late!" the other woman throws over her shoulder. Rather pointedly, too. 

"We're not done discussing-" 

"I don't care, Franklin!" There's a moment of very animated eye contact, the kind of wordless back-and-forth that she'd dreamt of developing with Juan Mateo but that they never quite managed. Just another little detail that ultimately spelled the end of their marriage. "Actually, why don't your ride with us?" 

"I, um-" Diana instinctively reached to adjust the wire she'd been wearing for most of the day (to get used to the feeling and not inadvertently betray herself later), only catching herself in the last moment and fidgeting with the collar on her blouse instead. "I- Felipe was supposed to drive me. I need to get ready still, too." 

"Eh, he can tag along. What are you wearing? Do you have your dress here?" She did. There was no arguing with Christina, but no malice in her overbearing imperiousness either. Nonetheless, Diana tried to argue, if only for politeness' sake. How she wouldn't want to impose. That it wasn't a problem, since Miguel Rodríguez had very kindly arranged for her transportation in the form of the afore-mentioned Felipe. Mrs Jurado waved it all off. And perhaps the obvious annoyance in Franklin Jurado's eyes gave her a little push. Say what one might about the Rodríguez brothers, but at least neither of them had ever questioned her professional expertise. 

Before she knows what hit her, the three of them are sailing out of the building and towards the cars parked out front. Well, Christina is sailing, while Franklin and Diana are trotting along behind her and shooting each other sour looks. It's the kind of wrathful indignation that she hadn't felt since second grade, when Bruno Moreno had pulled her pigtails and stolen her pencil. Christina seemed unperturbed, ordering the drivers around in her accented but surprisingly decent Spanish. Felipe caught Diana's eye, wringing his hands and questions in his eye. 

"It seems I will be riding with Mr and Mrs Jurado. Perhaps you'd be kind enough to follow us to their hotel and then take my work clothes back to the office after I've changed? I'd hate to have to lug around my stuff or leave it lying around somewhere. You'd be a great help this way, and as far as I'm concerned, you can go straight home after that." 

"Of course, ma'am." He nodded, seeming relieved by the clear instructions. Diana smiled and handed off her garment bag to the Jurados' driver. 

The drive itself could have been more awkward, what with being caged in the back of this limousine with two strangers, one of whom all but openly despised her and spent his time pouting after his wife had told him in no uncertain terms that if a single word of work talk left his lips she'd shove him out the door and into oncoming traffic. Luckily she also had made it her personal mission to pack half an evening's worth of small talk into the barely twenty-minute-ride. 

The Jurados' suite was grand, the lounge alone bigger than the house Diana had grown up in. She was still trying not to show how out of place she felt among all the marble and gilded edges when Christina steered her towards the back, still prattling on in a way that the DEA would have a lot of fun picking through when they got the recording from her wire. 

"Ugh, this place is so... Sorry, we wanted the president's suite, but one of the North Valley people snatched it up. Their... Who is he, Franklin? That unpleasant little man - is he the leader of the pack? With the young woman we saw when we checked in. Was that his wife?" 

"Salazar." Franklin muttered, his face curdling into a deeper frown. At least Diana wasn't at the top of his most hated list, apparently. "Yeah, I think so honey." 

"She looked awfully young." 

"I'm sure we'll meet them all at the party." 

"Something to look forward to." Christina grimaced and pulled Diana into the spacious bathroom, settling her down in front of a gigantic vanity mirror. 

"Alright, what are we doing with you?" Diana looked at her own wide-eyed reflection staring back at her while Christina started pulling her hair free from the simple clip she'd used to hold it up. 

"I, uh-" Diana pushed her glasses back up her nose and frowned. "I have contact lenses." She gestured vaguely towards her reflection. She had also packed a small bag with the handful of make-up items she owned, but lack of practice didn't exactly serve to make her adept at using them. Christina grinned excitedly, her whitened teeth shining. "Well no, that won't do! Hang on." 

She sprung up and rushed towards the door, only stopping when she reached her husband who had lingered there, leaning against the frame.  

"Hey you." For a moment, they softened, stealing a small kiss amid halted momentum. Diana ached to witness it. "Hey yourself." 

"Go get changed." Christina smiled, kissing his cheek as she brushed past to dive into her suitcase. 

"You're telling me? Don't take too long, we're on a schedule here." The words were softened by his tender expression, and as she walked past on her way back he reeled her in for another, deeper kiss. Diana pretended to be very invested in not poking her eyeballs out. Well, half-pretended. Putting in contact lenses was another thing she wasn't exactly used to. When she'd finally managed to fumble the second lens onto her eyeball, Franklin had long left and closed the door. 

Without further ado, Christina set to work. Within moments, the marble counter was covered with various cosmetics and the other woman's eager hands set to work. Diana had no choice but to submit. Thankfully again, it was Christina who shouldered the bulk of the conversation. 

"So, I did notice you're not wearing a wedding band, Mrs Galindo." Diana's eyes were closed, as her eyeshadow was currently being blended, but she did stiffen and instinctively her other hand went to touch where her ring had been. "Oh damn, I hope that wasn't- He's not tragically deceased, is he?" 

"No, we're...separated. Divorcing. It's... it's dragging on, to be honest. I've learned more about Colombian marriage law in the past year than I ever wanted to know." She tried to diffuse with a joke, but it didn't quite land. 

"Sorry, you must think me so rude. We only just met and here I am acting like we're friends!" She bit out in a jarring departure from her hitherto genial tone. "Anyway, I admire you. That can't have been easy what with how...uh-"

"...Catholic this country is?" Diana supplied, clasping the other woman's hands in hers with a slight smile. Christina huffed in relief. "Yes, I suppose. It's just... it's so hard. Marriage I mean. Sometimes I don't even know how to bear it." Her gaze fell towards the bathroom door that Franklin had closed behind himself upon leaving. Her voice dropped to a whisper as she continued. "How did you even know you couldn't go on like this?" 

Diana gulped, hating what she was about to do. Resenting, for a moment, women like Gabriela who only had to sell a bit of their time and acess to their bodies to these people. She felt like she was selling away her soul every single day. 

"Mrs Jurado-"

"Christina. Please, you can call me Christina."

"Christina, let me be honest. I never truly loved my husband, and he didn't love me. We liked each other and it was convenient, and expected, to get married. And in the end that proved to not be enough. But from what little I have seen, that's not something you and your husband have to contend with. Even if things are hard, as long as there is love you can overcome them. You have to believe in that." 

Christina choked out a tearful little laugh, like in spite of herself. 

"Oh God, good thing I haven't put on mascara yet. You're making me all dewy-eyed." She chuckled, then threw her arms around Diana and gave her a tight squeeze. "Thank you. Really." 

"Of course," Diana awkwardly patted the other woman's back, thankful that she wasn't currently facing the mirror, "and I would be happy to become your friend." Whatever ice had remained between the two women was broken after that. Christina perked up and returned to chatting animatedly, finishing her make-up, doing up her hair in a very elegant twisted bun, and gushing over her dress.

"Do you have any jewelry to go with it?"

"Not really, no. I only ever wear this." Diana indicated the thin silver chain around her neck. Christina tutted. 

"Well, that just won't do. Wait, let me just-" An impatient knock at the door interrupted her. "Oh dear, looks like we're running late."

Diana saw a chance to get a moment alone and suggested they each get dressed quickly, and separately, lest they waste any more time and husbandly nerves with their chatter. 

"Okay, but holler if you need help with the zipper or anything." 

Diana had never squeezed into a garment faster, glad that she had chosen to put on the wire device that morning already. She tugged the actual wire tight around her body where it had loosened over the course of the day, then shimmied into the underdress she'd brought in the hopes that it would conceal any suspicious bumps or lines. She had almost wrestled the zipper into its final position when Christina knocked and entered, quickly getting the last inch or so with a comment of how husbands were useful for some things. 

"Anyway, I thought these would suit you." Christina presented an opened velvet case. Sitting inside it was a jewelry set, sapphires with diamonds set in gold. Real ones, judging by the Cartier labelling embossed into the velvet. A necklace, earrings, bracelet and ring, all fancier and more ostentacious than anything Diana had ever set eyes on. Immediately, her palms started sweating. 

"Oh, I couldn't possibly-" 

"Nonsense." Christina cut her off, placing the case down and snatching the bracelet and Diana's wrist. "You'll look so pretty and expensive. You can return them to me later, we'll be in town until Tuesday." Having clasped the bracelet around her wrist, she now moved on to the earrings. "Maybe we could get coffee on the weekend or something." 

"I'd like that." Diana lied. Christina smiled at her brightly. "Great! I just need to ...uh, freshen up a moment." Taking the hint, Diana gathered up her things and stepped outside, awkwardly holding her bag of of work clothes to give to Felipe down in the hotel lobby. Franklin was standing by a sideboard, boredly rifling through a magazine. 

"Mrs Galindo." He acknowledged. For a split second, he looked like he wanted to add something, but caught himself. Diana followed his gaze towards the closed bathroom door, behind which low noises of shuffling and splashing water could be heard. 

"How long have you two been married?" She had no idea how this information might help the investigation, but determined that wasn't for her to worry about. Franklin sighed, gaze still fixed on the door and absent. 

"Seven years now." He finally tore his eyes away from the door and let them flit over her briefly, catching on the borrowed jewels but electing not to comment on it. "They say the seventh year is the hardest, don't they?" 

"I wouldn't know. I never made it that far." Though if Juan Mateo didn't pull his head out of his ass soon she would spend the seventh year still technically married. The thought made her frown. 

Before either of them had to search for more overburdened smalltalk, the bathroom door blessedly clicked open and Christina emerged with a wide grin and a spring to her step, her eyes just a smidgeon glassy and too bright. Diana politely pretended not to see the remnants of fine white powder that Franklin surreptitiously wiped from her nose and upper lip. --- They arrived not exactly on time but not fashionably late either. There's a line of cars already plugging up the driveway to the sprawling estate, stringed lights illuminating against the darkening sky. They got out and sauntered towards the two-storey villa, the Jurados up front and Diana trailing behind like the kid that's finally allowed to come along to the fancy family outings. Her dress hadn't felt this tight in the store, or at any point afterwards, until just now. 

"Franklin! I'm so glad you're finally here! Mrs Jurado, it's a pleasure." Diana can only just contain the flinch at the sound of this voice, and before long Miguel Rodríguez turns to her with one of his bright, self-satisfied smiles. "Mrs Galindo, I'm so glad you could come. We need to introduce you to the rest of the guys! It's been too long!" 

He has his arm around her shoulders within the same breath, exuberant and steering her through the scattered throngs of people at a pace that doesn't even allow for snatching a champagne flute from one of the waiters floating around. She plastered on a fake demure smile. The 'invitation' hadn't exactly been a matter of mere suggestion. 

Miguel led them to a dainty pagoda that sat a comfortable distance from the pool and most of the din and chatter of the other guests, nestled between the luscious greenery of the large garden. Diana could hear the mumbled whispers of the Jurados behind her, Miguel's droning on of meaningless small talk that she barely paid attention to. She could see Gilberto's back, his stature dwarfed almost comically by that of a much larger and broader man sat to his side, with short silver hair that gleamed in the low light. 

"Gentlemen, I believe we are complete!" Miguel boomed, ushering her up the few steps and into the circle. 

"Mrs Galindo, what a pleasure!" Gilberto shot up and made a show of shaking her hand and pulling her close to present her to the rest of the ...associates. 

"Now I believe you've not yet met these fine gentlemen. Pacho Herrera, Diana Galindo." Pacho stood and took her hand gingerly, his face impassive and tone painstakingly polite and neutral. "My pleasure."

"Mr Herrera." Diana replied, heart thumping up into her throat. They'd not so much met as passed each other in front of offices or meeting rooms a handful of times, his tightly coiled, jaguar-like energy always seeming just a smidge out of place in those blandly corporate spaces. 

"And here's Chepe, came all the way down from New York especially!" The large man with the silver hair stood to his full impressive height, snatching her hand with a wolfish grin and dropping a just-too-moist kiss on the back of it with a wink. Diana did her utmost not to flinch. For just a moment, she regretted the moment she'd taken off her ring and put it in front of a shocked Juan Mateo on their kitchen table before leaving their shared apartment. It was moments like these that she missed the protection it had afforded her from some unwanted advances. 

Pallomari was last, balding and skittish, with huge owl-eye glasses not unlike the first pair she'd ever had. 

"Mrs Galindo, how interesting to finally put a face to the name." He greeted, sounding painfully rehearsed. Diana returned with some meaningless pleasantry, hyper-aware of the wiretap device against her skin. She wondered whether it even picked up anything apart from the thundering of her heart. 

"So, about your big announcement-" Miguel began once everyone was settled into a seat with a drink in hand. Gilberto cut him off almost immediately.

"Now, now brother, let's enjoy the party a bit beforehand." A look passed between them, a challenge issued and accepted, until Miguel turned his gaze away with a barely concealed snarl. Gilberto leaned back in his seat, glass raised with a smug and triumphant smirk. "Let's just say that I have made an important investment into our future. We will continue to thrive, but more importantly, we will be safe. Our families will be safe." 

With that cryptic remark, he threw back his drink, expression melting from jovial to grim. The ensuing silence made the hair on the back of Diana's neck stand up, a feat she wouldn't have thought possible with the amount of hairspray Christina had encased her head in. 

"He's dead, Pablo's dead." Miguel reached over where she was squished between the two men, squeezing his brother's arm in reassurance. "He's gone and we helped bring him down." 

"We did. This country should build us monuments, instead they issue arrest warrants!" Gilberto bit out, pouring himself another glass of whiskey. 

"To Pablo Escobar, may he forever rot in hell!" Chepe bellowed, glass raised high. They all joined in. Diana thought of her father. How he'd done her hair and walked her to school every morning and tucked her in with a new story every night when she was a girl. How, during her first year of university when she'd been so lonely and homesick she broke down crying, he'd taken precious time off work and taken a night bus to come visit her in Bogotá for a weekend. How her heart still split down the middle whenever she so much as thought of the crash that killed him. But the gentlemen didn't need to know that she despised them just as much as she did Escobar, not yet anyway. So, she raised her champagne alongside and joined her voice in the chorus of gleeful condemnation. - She'd just escaped Christina and the gaggle of wives for a moment, excusing herself to the restrooms. What the DEA might glean from their inane chatter, she couldn't possibly fathom. She was glad that she was free of them for a moment, and that disecting the recording wasn't her problem to deal with. On her way into the house, she must have passed by at least two dozen important and powerful people. There were a few handfuls of representatives, a number of mayors, at least two senators, an attorney general and an army general. No one she'd ever voted for, at least. And those were just the ones she'd managed to get Miguel to introduce to her, or her to them - either way, she'd made sure to repeat every name as clearly as possible for the recording. 

Rounding the last corner in from the veranda, she all but ran into Salcedo. 

"Mrs Galindo." His tone was clipped as ever. She wasn't sure whether he might be suspicious of her in particular, or whether it was a general thing and he was just like that. 

"Mr Salcedo." She nodded, tone painstakingly polite. He set her teeth on edge, always so stiff-backed with that serpent edge to him; in a ranking of people within the cartel who had this effect on her he would probably come in about third. She wondered what Javier- what Agent Peña would make of the man. "What brings you here, Mrs Galindo?" Or perhaps he just didn't like her for some reason. Which was very much a mutual sentiment. Not that she held particular sympathies for anyone here. 

"To the restroom?" *Take a wild guess, buddy*, she thought, one eyebrow arching with clear condescension. 

"To the...house." 

"The restroom." She resisted rolling her eyes. As much as she may personally dislike Miguel's chief of security, purposely antagonizing him was probably a bad idea. And yet, petty temptation beckoned in every nook and cranny. Like the sideboard they were currently standing in front of that displayed a solid bronze statue of a very rotund dancing couple. "To marvel at the Botero, naturally." 

Salcedo's eyes followed her nod towards the heavy bronze. "It's genuine, you know." He said it not in the tone of an art aficionado, but rather in the crudely suggestive one of a third-rate telenovela detective trying to be slick by not outright asking if she meant to steal it. 

"Of course, Mr Rodríguez wouldn't stand for anything less." The thing was half her size and probably twice as heavy, what was he thinking? Himself a master at subtle insinuation, probably. Or that being poor and growing up in the comunas naturally meant she had sticky fingers. Uptight, hoity-toity middle class prick. Like his employers weren't internationally wanted criminals of the highest degree. The audacity of it!  

His mouth was already halfway open to retort when his name being yelled from outside made both of them turn. David Rodríguez hung onto the veranda door, snapping at Salcedo that his father wanted him for something, and pronto. Diana could practically hear his teeth grind in irritation, but he schooled his face into a carefully blank facade before he gave David a nod. 

"Ma'am." Salcedo gave in and moved, squeezing by David. David purposefully did not budge, instead giving her a leery once-over before following after the other man. 

Diana fled into the bathroom down the hall in a manner she hoped looked urgent rather than as panicked as she felt inside. She held it together until the lock slid closed, and then she was crouched on the floor, curled up and heavy breathing into her hands. The small pressure point of the wire recorder thingy felt like a ton weight against her chest and her heart was beating so fast she could feel it everywhere. 

Hyperventilating. You're hyperventilating, her brain supplied unhelpfully, and she almost laughed at herself. She wished she wasn't here all on her own, wished she had at least one of those spy devices in her ear for some moral support, tried to recall the exact feeling of Agent Peña's hands on her shoulders, warm and grounding. One hand remained up, muffling the desperate breaths and whimpers from her mouth, while the other dropped, thumb dipping underneath the fabric at her chest to brush soothingly across her collarbone. It worked...to a degree. A very small degree. What she would give to at least have the deep, comforting rumble of his voice, or the way he'd held her close after the festival. Did he even know how calming his presence was? It always seemed to work on her, in wrath and anxiety both (something that Juan Mateo had never been able to affect unless it was to irritate her more). So much so that now even just focusing on it was enough to help her pull herself together. 

The guest restroom was bigger than her childhood room had been and, of course, looked more like it belonged in some fancy hotel. All warm-toned marble and matte gold appliances. The mirror was huge and its frame, naturally, also gold. What was it with rich people's obsession with gold? 

"Okay." Diana said to her reflection, then went to work freshening up. Carefully, she wiped away the smudged mascara under her eyes and reapplied her lipstick where it had come off on her drink earlier. She stuck her hands underneath her dress to check on the recording device, concerned that a wire had shaken loose or something, but the small rectangular container still sat right snug right against her sternum. She gave it an absent tap and adjusted the microphone bit so it sat just below the seam of her collar again. 

"I hope you'll get something worthwhile from this because I am never doing this again." A knock on the door nearly sent her into cardiac arrest. Diana swore under her breath, then called out that she'd only be a moment. 

"Sorry," an apologetic female voice came from the other side of the door, "You've been in there a while, is all. Are you alright? I have an aspirin in my purse if you need it." 

Diana stopped dabbing at her still damp eyes and tried to determine whether her near panic attack was the sole reason her vision was still a bit hazy. She could count the times she'd been out without her glasses on one hand. 

"Oh no it's just-," she crossed over and unlocked the door to find a young, very pretty and very concerned looking woman on the other side, "I just had some trouble with my contact lenses. They're awfully fiddly." She stepped back and opened the door wider. "All yours." 

"Oh I don't-" She looked down the hallway, further into the house, her eyes widening slightly when she caught sight of something or someone outside of Diana's field of vision. "Actually, I think I need to...uh, powder my nose or something." 

The door fell into its lock the same moment the younger woman had stepped into the room, not giving Diana a chance to leave. Not that she was over-eager to get back outside and mingle with the corrupt and criminal. That and the discomfort and anxiety hung around the other woman like a cloud. Diana made up her mind, sitting down on one of the plush benches in the room. 

"I'm not a big fan of parties either." She stated, voice careful and soft. The other woman stood, unsure and tugging at the short hem of her dress. 

"I wish they could just open the buffet already. My husband is three drinks in and he gets-" She trembled. No, shuddered. Diana patted the space beside her on the bench, a gentle invitation. 

"It's alright, we can stay here for a little bit. I'm Diana." 

"Maria." She stuck out her hand, which was also still trembling slightly. "Maria Salazar." --- By the time the two of them dared venture outside again, there was indeed, finally!, food to be had. Diana pulled Maria along to the relative safety of the gaggle of wives, busy amusing themselves while their husbands dealt with their important business matters. But then, the bandleader announced that the dancefloor was now officially open and started off with a spirited selection of the finest Colombian rhythms of the past twenty years. One by one the wives were collected to fill said dancefloor, leaving Diana sitting alone at the table with the sad remnants of various canapees and salads. Here was another occasion where she didn't miss Juan Mateo. Or his two left feet. Idly, she turned the near-empty cocktail glass between her fingers and wondered whether Javier danced, or could at least be persuaded to try. 

"You don't dance?" David appeared so suddenly that she almost spilled the last bit of her drink. She remembered his leering earlier, forced her face not to flinch until she had raised the glass and could hide her  expression of distaste behind a sip of the overly sweet and fruity cocktail. Hummed non-committally and hoping against hope that he'd grow bored and leave. Of course, she had no such luck. 

"Oh, whom with? Everyone's paired up already." Sip again. The glass had another three or four in it, if she stretched it smartly enough. "I'm afraid third-wheeling is the unenviable fate of divorcees." How old was this boy anyway? She must have ten years on him, at the very least. But apparently he'd got it into his head that he must prove to himself what a man he was, and how irresistible. At least he had the good sense not to try anything with the wives of any of the powerful men present. 

"Dance with me." David stated. Ah, bingo. He might have at least pretended to ask, she thought sourly. "I insist." 

Of course you do, you entitled brat. "It would be my pleasure." She lies, as most politeness is lies, here in these circles comprised of snakes. Fakes a smile the way she's been taught to by this world, so easy to act and conceal the disdain underneath. It doesn't falter even when his hand, clammy and slightly sweaty, settles way too low for comfort or propriety on her hip. She resolves to step on his feet - accidentally - at least twice. 

David Rodríguez was not what one would call a skilled dancer. At first, Diana had been thankful that the band wasn't playing any slow songs yet, but it had taken approximately half of 'Bamboleo' to dispel the hope that this would keep David's hands from wandering. Well, if she was stuck here she might as well try to get some intel out of him. 

...It takes about two and a half songs - the band now switching to their international collection - to determine that this route of inquiry is absolutely doomed and David completely useless. Doesn't know any business particulars, and doesn't care to. Too distracted with trying to put some moves on her, which she steadfastly ignores. Well, if details of her failed marriage and dragging divorce aren't enough to discourage him, she's got another one up her sleeve. Not to mention she's been curious ever since the gaggle of wives had made their introductions earlier. 

"You're not married." She leaves the 'yet' unsaid, hanging in the air between them as heavy insinuation. 

"If I were, would I be dancing with you?" A faithful husband, and in these circles at that? What a novel idea. Diana almost snorted out loud. Left it at a telling look that seemed to go over his head completely. Doesn't have the energy to dissect how a dance with a friend or acquaintance at a party isn't exactly on par with, say, the juridical definition of adultery. Which brings her mind back to the tedium of having to explain to various lawyers, notaries, judges that no, her husband wasn't a cheating pig who drank and beat her, and that there were a multitude of quieter reasons why marriages failed. 

"I have been wondering, though, where the third of the Mrs Rodríguezes belongs. Besides your mother and your aunt." She nodded over at the three women in question, one dancing with either Rodríguez brother, the third being currently twirled about by Chepe and looking a bit motion sick from it. 

"My mother is dead." Ah, shit. Diana faltered, and this time the graze of her heel on his shoe really was entirely accidental. Something in David's eyes shuttered and hardened, gaze for once lifting from her body and darkly fixing on his father. "They're all my uncle's wives." 

"Oh. Oh!" Diana's mouth falls open. Of all things she could have expected, this was certainly not one. "That's um... That sounds, uh..." Illegal, but then again, what did a bit of consensual polygamy matter in the grand scheme of things, she supposed. 

"You sound so scandalized. Didn't think he had it in him, didn't you?" David smirked, tightening his grip on her back again and leading her in a turn. 

"No, I'm just...wondering...about the, um...time management...aspect." In fairness, that was one of the things she did wonder about. David laughed, bringing her in closer. 

"Each gets two days per week and Sundays he has them come all together and sit there while he watches sports." 

How thrilling. "Whatever works for them, I suppose." 

Diana tried to subtly twist away again. She wasn't going to get anything else from this, what with David already being bored and growing increasingly impatient. And she didn't have an escape plan that didn't consist of ramming her heel into him somewhere until she struck bone. 

"Damn, can't they play something from this decade?" He whined as 'Money, money, money' faded into 'Knowing me, knowing you'. "All of this ancient stuff-" Sensing another chance to subtly nudge him away from his inexplicable sudden attraction, Diana jumped. "Oh I quite like it," she remarked lightly. Now go in for the kill "Reminds me of my youth." 

David harrumphed, then grunted as her heel dug into his toes again. "Oh dear, so sorry." Diana said breezily,  forcing his hand up from where it had been creeping towards her ass with a deft twirl. 

"It's fine." He gritted. "Did you want to-" 

"Allow me to cut in." Herrera stepped up, lightly shoving David aside to take his place. "I've not had the pleasure yet, Mrs Galindo." Diana forced a smile as his hand settled at her waist. Pro: at least this one wouldn't spend the whole time trying to feel her up. Con: not being thus distracted, he might notice...something. And become suspicious. If he wasn't already. Truth be told, Herrera scared her almost as much as Navegante did. Sometimes more so. 

"Right, well this is a very tight dress, so I can't do any adventurous moves." She warned, plastering an apologetic expression onto her face. Thankfully the band had changed to a faster track, though they kept with the international flair of the selection. Next up was some Brazil, if she wasn't mistaken. David stood between the twirling couples for a long moment, glaring but not daring to do or say anything that might affront his father's business partner. She shot him a fake apologetic smile, but suspected it was more the insistent raised eyebrow from Herrera that ultimately got him to scurry. 

Pacho Herrera could dance, that much was undeniable. Under different circumstances she might have even enjoyed this. He was also unnervingly quiet. If the purpose of this was to unsettle her, his tactic was very successful. At this rate, just keeping her feet under her proved to be challenge enough. One could think the band had launched into a Tarantella, given the speed they were going. Her head swam from the quick succession of turns and twirls, and when he dipped her upon the song's grand climax, her heart stopped for a variety of reasons. One of them being that she thought she felt some of her concealed wiring dislodge. 

"I think your dress is not too tight after all, Mrs Galindo." He pulled back up and righted her again, blessedly stilling a moment while the band segued into a mellower number. Diana gulped in a few deep, unladylike breaths. 

"No trust me, it is." She was still catching her breath; meanwhile he didn't even have a single hair out of place. Unfair. "So," Diana began her feeble attempt to bring the situation back under some semblance of control, "Are you interested in... tax exemptions?" Apparently humans could wheeze and cringe simultaneously. Very interesting. Herrera didn't answer immediately, just started leading her back into a mellow sway. 

"I think you're interested enough for all of us, Mrs Galindo. Miguel showed us the figures earlier. Very impressive. I see why DIAN recruited you right out of university." How he made what was ostensibly a compliment sound like a threat, Diana didn't know, just that it did nothing for her heart rate. 

"Thank you." He spun her out along with a flourish from the brass section, turning her already shaky voice into a squeak. She really hoped the recording had not picked that up. After the spin, his hand slid up over  her back, before settling back on her waist. To her horror, something in Pacho's expression twisted and he pulled her closer, hand splaying over her mid-back again. So much for avoiding being fondled for one dance. 

"What's this?" 

"Oh, I don't want to bore you with the details of women's undergarments. Suffice to say I'm wearing an insane amount of Spanx right now." 

There was a prolonged moment, during which Diana tried to keep her cool while deciding how much of a scene she was willing to cause should he not let it rest. Normally none at all, then again it was her life on the line. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, Mr Rodríguez requests you make your way to the equestrian ring for the big announcement." 

Never in her life had Diana welcomed an interruption like at this very moment. Herrera hesitated for a split second, expression still unreadable, before joining the throngs of people set in motion. He grasped her hand firmly, looping it through his elbow until it rested on his forearm, where he pinned it with his other hand. Just unconspicuous enough to look polite to any onlooker, just forceful enough that she knew she couldn't free herself without obvious struggle. 

"He could have done this up on the other stage." Miguel grumbled when they reached him, standing off the side to the stage that had been set up in the area. 

"You know how he is, Miguel. Always has to have his way." The two men exchanged a glance around her while more people filed past. 

"Mrs Galindo." 

Diana hummed in acknowledgement, returned the meaningless pleasantries. Yes of course she was enjoying herself. What a lovely party. The music? Exhilarating. The buffet? Exquisite. Her divorce? Ugh. She would really prefer not to think about that right now, thank you very much. 

"It's next Thursday, right? Your court appointment?" 

"Yes, thank you for letting me combine this with a work trip to Barranquilla. It's my personal business after all." 

"Of course, we want you at your best. Undistracted. Unburdened." Diana almost laughed, barely managed to suppress the snort and cover it with clearing her throat. 

"I thought that had all gone through ages ago." Herrera remarked lightly, grip finally easing up some from her wrist. Diana sighed. 

"I'm divorced, as far as I'm concerned. I moved out, signed my papers. I don't know what he thinks he's doing. I'm not going back to him. This obstinate little tantrum isn't helping his case anyway." Countless hours spent arguing with various legal professionals flashed before her eyes. "It's a very tedious process."

"It's a very catholic country." Pacho said, somewhere between wistful and embittered. She used his momentary distraction to pull her arm free. 

"That's true." 

Up on the stage, Gilberto was fiddling with a microphone and waiting for the last few stragglers to come and fill up the equestrian ring so he could begin. Again, the two men exhanged a telling glance around her. 

"You gonna go up there with him?" Pacho said lowly, hands now crossing behind his back. Miguel shook his head. 

"You go. I'll stay here. Better view." 

Diana stayed demonstratively rooted to the spot when Herrera started moving. He shot her a look, which she pretended not to notice in favor of striking up more mindless small talk with Miguel. Apparently Herrera decided that it wasn't worth making a big deal out of, choosing instead to let her be and weave through the audience until he reached the bottom of the stage, exchanging a greeting with Santacruz and glowering over the assembled crooks and accomplices. 

Gilberto's speech was... full of pathos and grandstanding, and too many high-minded terms for such a petty crook, she thought. When did the delusions or grandeur usually start appearing, she wondered. Was it with the first million? The first billion? But it's the core of the announcement that makes her gasp and sets the wheels in her mind into overdrive, the implications just mounting up. She spares a quick glance at Herrera at the foot of the stage, his face too demonstratively blank save for furrowed brows. Miguel beside her is more expressive, but quick to reign his face back in. Among the surprised gasps and whispers all around it tells her enough. Briefly, she thought of making a comment to Miguel, but his jaw is set so tight she can hear the grinding of teeth and she doesn't have anything productive or intelligent to say anyway, so she lets it be. Swallows the bile that rises up in her throat as Gilberto proclaims 'For our children! And for our children's children!', and tries not to roll her eyes. Or gouge his out, for the sheer gall of it. Because here she stands, approaching thirty-five and still deathly afraid to bring a baby into a world they have made so violent, so toxic, so dangerous. Meanwhile Salome is without her parents, both murdered by this unending war. Meanwhile a David Rodríguez flounces around as some sort of better henchman, he and his cousins all cushy and carefree thanks to daddy's blood money. It churns the stomach with rage. 

"Mrs Galindo! Just the woman I've been looking for!" 

The crowd parts for him, less so out of reverence and more because people are slowly drifting away, gossip already flying about, Diana is pleased to note. 

"Mr Rodríguez, what an...impactful speech." She said demurely, keeping all her sneering tucked safely away behind the mask of officiousness. 

"It's the coup of the century!" She catches Miguel's scoff just in the corner of her eye. "It also means transferring our assets into the...ah, ...legitimate sphere, if you will." He's got his arm around her shoulders again, leading her back towards the dancefloor, the buffet and tables, the house. By chance and his smaller stature, he's speaking almost directly into the shoulder with the hidden microphone attached, detailing all the financial acrobatics he wants her to perform to save all their assets from both law- and taxman. There she went again, trading complicity for access. --- Just over an hour on and the gender ratio has left Diana sitting squished between Herrera and the youngest of the Mrs Rodríguezes, but at least he seems to have taken his measure of her. And swallowed her undergarment excuse. Swallowed...undergarments. She snorted semi-loudly into the cocktail she'd been nursing this whole time, the ice in it all but dissolved. Dammit, here eyes were getting heavier by the minute and it wasn't even that late, barely midnight. Then again she had been up since five and alcohol, even though she hadn't had all that much, always made her sleepy. And the guests had started trickling away, leaving behind a scene of mild devastation. 

"I think Mrs Galindo needs to go home." It was Franklin Jurado speaking, Christina's head buffered on his shoulder as she slept. Diana had just enough self-control left to not tell him to fuck off. Or maybe she really is too tired to; doesn't even have it in her to get annoyed at Gilberto's patronizing tone as he agrees. 

"Yes, why don't you drive Mrs Galindo home?" 

She hums more in acknowledgement than agreement to Hererra's suggestion, tired eyes hazily following his line of sight to the man stepping forward from the shadows at being summoned. His gaudy shirt reminds her of one Juan Mateo had worn on their honeymoon and which she had hated half because it had been a gift from her horrible mother-in-law, and half because it was the most hideous thing she had ever seen. And then realization hits and her blood runs ice-cold and alertness slams back into her consciousness like a bullet. 

"Mr Velasquez." her voice is so weak and brittle, she thinks it must give her away if nothing else did so far. She took one last sip to wet her dry mouth, and because frankly she needs the alcohol now more than ever. The suggestion to call a taxi died on her lips as she realized that there was truly no way out of this. So, she steels herself and stands on sore feet, bidding the bosses of Calí and their dependents a good night. "I would be much obliged, Mr Velasquez." 

Navegante approximated a smile and stalked ahead. --- Well, there goes his progress. He'd been down to three smokes a day, four on a bad day, due in part to an iron adherence to some hard and fast self-imposed rules, such as no smoking in his office (or, in fact, no smoking inside the building at all). Tonight, however, is the night of the Calí godfathers' big announcement party, and Javier had not moved from his office for longer than a quick bathroom break or coffee run. He had also gone through half a pack of cigarettes in the last two hours, and his stomach was beginning to feel queasy the longer he spent glancing at the phone on the edge of his desk from the corner of his eye as he pretended to make his way through the mountain of paperwork that somehow never seemed to get any smaller. The fact that he'd woken that morning with the memory of Diana Turbay's lifeless body crumpled in that cupboard certainly hadn't helped. 

He last looked at a clock around half past nine, when a very insistent cleaning lady had shooed him out of his office and he'd spent around ten anxious minutes hovering by the door in case the phone rang. It hadn't, and now here he was, eyes burning and brain mushy with his heartbeat a steady pulsing behind his temples. And he wondered– 

Javier swiped up the phone before the first ring had even finished. "Miss Rivas!" 

"I'm fine." She didn't sound fine. She sounded on edge. Rattled. Like she was trying to reassure herself. He gripped the phone receiver tighter. 

"Where are you?" What was he gonna do? Drive all the way to Calí from Bogotá at half an hour past midnight? Even a flight would take hours, and raise suspisions to boot. 

"I said I'm fine," she replied, nails clacking rhythmically against the plastic phone casing in what he knew by now to be a nervous tick. "I'm safe. I'm home." 

Javier breathed a relieved sigh, rigid shoulders slumping a fraction. He supposed he could have ordered Duffy or Lopez to do something if push had come to shove, though what he honestly had no idea. 

"Good, that's good." 

"Mr Velasquez gave me a lift." 

Who the hell was that? "Who the hell is that?" Javier asked. 

"You probably know him as Navegante." Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. Mentally he's already halfway out the door, physically at least halfway out of the office until the phone wire makes known its spatial limitations. 

"You alright? Is he still there? Lock your door, double lock it, I-" 

"I didn't give him the exact address, please calm down." He does, but only enough to catch his breath and not bolt out the door. There's a rustling from her end of the line, and she makes a sort of breathless little sound, somehwere between a sigh and a grunt, followed by a low but vicious curse.

"You okay?" 

"It's the damn zipper again; I'm this close to pulling something. Hang on." Judging by the thud that reverberates she set the phone down on a counter or table. Javier's hand went to rub at the back of his neck, half reflex, half sympathy. "Let's focus on the real issue here. The announcement." 

The way she said it was urgent, but he chose to believe this was due to wanting to get the message out and not to any concerns of Navegante lurking nearby. He had to, for his own sanity. 

"Apparently Gilberto cut a deal with the government." 

"The government?" Javier echoed weakly. 

"The new Samper administration. I knew why I didn't vote for those clowns. No, that's ...I had many reasons for that actually, first and foremost of them being that the Liberal Party nowadays is a damn joke. And to think that this is the same party that my parents fought for in their youth! Anyway, enough of that. They get half a year to get their house in order, then turn themselves in on the smallest possible charges, minimal jail time, back out again after a few years and back into their cushy lives with all of their blood money laundered neatly away. A clean slate." He'd never heard her sound so bitter, and he'd heard a good deal of her opinions on the Gentlemen of Calí over the past year. 

"So they're just going to get away with it." Javier grit out, equally livid. "Wait, you said Gilberto cut the deal? What about the others?" 

"Yes, so here is where it gets interesting. I didn't get the sense that they knew. Beforehand I mean. You should have outfitted me with a camera too, because Miguel's face was priceless." Another grunt and then a triumphant little 'ha' and then her voice sounded clearer again, nearer as she picked the phone back up. 

"He doesn't like it." 

"None of them like it. Don't want to give up the power, if I had to guess. What is it with men and building their entire ego on how much they can make others fear them?" 

Javier hummed non-committally, deciding that he had nothing valuable to add at this point. 

"Yeah, you're right. So how do I get the 'ooof' ...the recording to you? Usual way?" Javier didn't even get to reply no when she went on, now audibly shuffling around her apartment and out of the rest of her clothes. "I can't believe I almost forgot! I met the money launderer. His name is Franklin Jurado. He'll be in Calí until Tuesday with his wife Christina. I somewhat promised her to meet for coffee on Sunday; if you can have one of your agents trail me you can get them." 

She sounded so hopeful that he hated to have to dash it, even for her own safety, but snatching such an important cartel member so soon and with her so close would cast suspicion. She couldn't be involved. And he hadn't heard back from his agents yet, which was possibly a bad sign. Javier made up his mind, cringing while he glanced at the clock to make some mental calculations. 

"I'm coming over." 

"To Calí?" 

"Yes, what's your address? Unless you'd rather meet somewhere else?"

She gave her address, sounding stunned. He jotted it down under the note he'd made of Jurado's name; he'd need someone to look the guy up first thing tomorrow. 

"You're not leaving now, are you? It's late, you need to sleep." Javier could picture the way her brow creased in a frown just from the tone of her voice. 

"No, I'll call you again as soon as I know when I'll be there." Driving the whole way would be a nightmare and eat up most of the day. Javier whirled around and pulled an atlas from the shelf behind his desk. Flying in directly was out of the question with the way the godfathers had the whole city under surveillance. Buenaventura, under two hours by plane and then about two and a half from there to Calí. Yes, that would work. 

"Goodness, you're actually serious about this." 

"Of course." Javier stopped in his tracks for the first time in several minutes now, taking a moment to breathe and slump in his seat. He was exhausted yet wide awake, and likely would be for some time. "I mean, if that's okay with you." 

"Of course, umm...anything in particular you'd like for dinner?" Javier stopped. He would be staying for dinner, possibly the night, too. In a hotel of course, he couldn't possibly impose- 

"You don't have to cook for me." His mouth said, but his stomach said bandeja paisa. Briefly, the thought of taking her out for dinner popped up, indulgent and unbidden, and was immediately squashed by the thought of the godfathers' eyes everywhere. "I can pick something up on the way." 

Her protest turned into a yawn not two syllables in. Javier couldn't help the small smile appearing on his face, felt it only by how it twinged his tense jaw. "You're tired, you should rest." 

"We're not finished with this." She mumbled obstinately. "You rest." 

"I will." He would, eventually. "I'll call you tomor- ...today." A quick glance at the clock revealed it was now past midnight. She made a very grumpy, very adorable huffy sound, mumbling something about the inexorable passage of time. 

"Sleep well, Miss Rivas." 

"You too..." There was a rustle and the quiet squeak and groan of a bedframe and mattress. He waited a moment, unsure whether more was coming or whether she'd just been too tired to disconnect the call. A short silence burst into a quick curse, her voice remote but still clear enough to make out. "...God fucking dammit, fucking contact lenses! Son of a rabid-" 

"Miss Rivas?" By the rapid padding of feet and the continued cursing he had to suppose that she hadn't heard, and by how either sound seemed to be at about equal distance with neither decreasing, he supposed further that the phone was still in her hand. As soon as he heard the 'thunk' that most likely meant that the phone had been tossed down on some surface, he tried again. "Miss Rivas?" 

"You're still there?" She sounded marginally more awake now, but not like this state would persist for very long. 

"You didn't hang up." And perhaps Javier wasn't all too opposed to having the continued assurance that she was alright and her cover intact. "You swear very entertainingly, by the way." 

"I'm glad my lack of filter and ladylike decorum amuses rather than appalls you." Splashing water interrupted them for a moment, but was quickly replaced by more colorful cursing. 

"Please, don't hold back." Javier commented drily, not really expecting to be heard clearly since the satphone didn't have a loudspeaker. 

"Very funny. Why don't you talk to me a bit more while I try not to poke my eyes out by accident-" 

"I- ...I'm afraid I don't really have anything interesting to talk about." 

"And I don't have enough brain left today for anything more taxing than the weather anyway. I just need your voice; I'm dead on my feet. How was the weather in Bogotá today? I always found it so cold when I was at university there. Nothing like Medellín. They used to call me 'chompa' at uni because I would never go anywhere without one. Too cold. And of course Calí is so much warmer than either..." 

"It's been quite grey here, and not especially warm either. Back home it's at least twice as warm but I've been here so long now I think I'm more used to it." 

"I never asked where exactly you're from..." 

"Laredo, Texas. It's right on the border with Mexico." 

"Laredo..." She mused, puttering about still. "Oh like the song? As I walked walked out on the streets of Laredo..." She must really be tired and devoid of all usual inhibitions, Javier thought, to just start singing like this. Not that he minded. She got halfway through the first stanza until she faltered, the lyrics escaping her. Her voice was soft and with that same raspy edge she had when speaking. It was a voice suited best to lullabies he thought; or to yearnful ballads performed in smoky bars, or some similarly wistful thing. "Aren't I supposed to be the one talking?" 

"Hmm, this works too. I'm almost done, so you won't have to humor me much longer. So, tell me more about Laredo while I brush my teeth." --- He ended up talking longer than that - divulging more than he ever planned to as per usual, of the town and the ranch that sat up against the river - until she was settled back into bed and about to doze off for good. If nothing else, it settled him too somewhat, though sleep would elude him for a a good while yet even despite the physical and mental exhaustion the day, or in fact the whole week, had brought him. No sooner had he disconnected the line with a soft 'Sleep well' than the phone rang again. 

"Yes?" 

"Boss, I've been trying to reach you for half an hour!" Duffy's voice sounded strained and any modicum of relaxation Javier might have gained dissipated with immediate effect. He scrubbed a hand over his burning eyes and resigned himself to dealing with one more catastrophe. 

"Duffy, what is it?" Agents Duffy and Lopez had organized their own infiltration of the godfathers' party, courtesy of the intel provided by Miss Rivas as well as what Operation Cornerstone had shaken loose. At least he knew it was nothing that had blown the cover of his informant. 

"Okay well, no use beating around the bush here. Our guy got made, and Calí knows we're here-" Javier listened to his agent's report with his frown deepening. Why was it that with every step forward, another wrench was thrown his way? 

"Alright, close up shop. Leave as soon and as inconspicuously as you can. I'll see you back here at the embassy on Monday morning." He ordered. Hopefully the gentlemen and their security would leave it at the gesture of intimidation, especially if they thought themselves well on the way of becoming untouchable, but one could never be too careful. 

---

Javier consulted the clock for what must have been the hundredth time that evening. Normally the bar down the street from the embassy wouldn't be his first or even fourth choice, but tonight he was looking for a place to wind down with the shortest possible distance to cover afterwards. The danger of being accosted by any of his co-workers was one he'd simply have to brave. If luck was on his side for once, none of the more sociably inclined would be there any more, or too engrossed in their own merriment to notice him slink in, and if not, his curmudgeonly ways were known well enough that a civil yet decisive refusal would hopefully be deterrence enough. 

It was for Stoddard, but of course not for Bill Stechner, the non-drug-lord bane of Javier's existence. Ostensibly on the same side, though Javier would argue that the CIA was on its own side entirely. Or that their budget would be spent more productively by making the damn lot of them just feed dollar bills through a shredder, but no one asked Javier about these things. So, he sits and grinds his teeth while Stechner's smug voice grates on his nerves. Visualizes strangling the CIA station shief with the tie he'd just pulled off and balled up into his pocket moments ago, which does a little bit to alleviate the almost overbearing urge to smash Stechner's face into the bar top. "Oh come on, you don't care about American streets or dead Colombians." 

And the deal? How the hell does Stechner know about the deal when it's only just been announced? For a split-second, he wonders whether Diana- but no, he trusts her completely, and he hasn't told anyone except a handful of his agents about her, deciding this information was so sensitive it was strictly need to know, and even they only knew her by her assigned code name. Not even the ambassador knew that he had such a high-priority informant on the inside of the cartel. Stechner must have some government source, be it an informant of his own or bugs in the offices of ministers. The way he only mentions Lopez and Duffy's operation confirms it. 

"Same goal my ass." Javier muttered into his whiskey after Stechner slithered away. This had been supposed to be a one-drink-night, but now he was feeling like he might need at least three more, if only to dull the screeching of his swirling thoughts. 

It's no use. He's all keyed up still, something feels like it's burrowing inside of his chest, some sort of woodland critter both desperate and unable to settle down. He's tired, too, of course, eyes heavy and burning and sore, feels like his eyeballs are coated in smoke and pitched open by caffeine. He shouldn't have had that much coffee that late; despite his high tolerance it does still have an effect on him. Thank goodness on any given day, but right now he's regretting it. His leg jumps, knee knocking painfully against the bar front. He feels eyes on him. They've been there since he walked in, furtively glancing throughout his confrontation with Stechner, but bolder now. He feels it like a prickle on his skin. Turns his gaze finally. Sees long dark hair, open, melting into the late shadows of the bar. Too long, but it'll have to do. She's... he's definitely seen her around before. The elevator? Different department, perhaps press office, or visas. Definitely nowhere near the DEA offices or he would have known her name. She's coming over now, leaning easily against the bartop, slender fingers tapping, and an easy, eager smile. Her hair isn't dark enough, and too long and wavy all the way through instead of only curling at the ends, and nothing else about her appearance quite matches up, but she's pretty and willing and he's pent up and about to crawl out of his skin. And so he lets her take him home. And he means to leave right after, he really does. If only not to give any impression of this having even the slightest potential of becoming any more than it is. But Katie (that's her name, but he's learnt a long time ago to not groan out names during, because whether the name is correct or not it always turns out bad somehow), Katie sleepily mumbles that he can stay because it's late, and truth be told? He's completely shot, feels like he couldn't move if he wanted to. And the thought of dragging himself back to his empty apartment with only his thoughts for company is the most unbearable thing at this moment. Her mattress is too soft and despite the fact that he only laid on it until waking again at first light, it messes up his back for almost a week. --- It is indeed much warmer in this side of the country, and an especially hot day in Calí itself. On the coast where he'd landed, there had at least been a breeze blowing in from the Pacific, but the further inland Javier drives the less the air seems to move. He felt the sweat start to gather at his hairline, and down his neck, as soon as he parked the rental car in front of the cluster of new-ish high rise apartment blocks in one of the north-western boroughs of the city. 

Javier grabbed his one piece of luggage and the bag of takeout he'd picked up on the way, just as promised, and walked up to the first building to study the panel beside the door for the correct bell to ring. A sharp whistle made him look around, then up at the next building. Miss Rivas was all but hanging off the side of her balcony, waving down and giving Javier half a heart attack seeing as she was on the sixth floor. He waved back in acknowledgement, then jogged over to the already buzzing door, which he pushed open. Blessedly, there was an elevator, and not two minutes later he stood in front of her apartment, the door swinging open before he could raise his hand to knock. 

"Hi." She sounded breathless, as if she'd run up six flights of stairs, not across an apartment. 

"... Miss Rivas." In his relief, he'd almost slipped. Almost called her by her first name, but they're not there yet, strangely. Or not strangely at all, in fact. It's quite by design. It's a way of keeping himself detached; professional. Or whatever excuse he could come up with to maintain this state of perpetual denial. 

"Umm, ...lunch? I brought lunch." He thrust the bag foward, watched it swing between them while cringing inwardly. 

"Good! I've only been up for two hours or so; I don't even care what it is, I'm starving!" Carefully, she took the bag from him, one hand supporting the bottom like a newborn's head, the other brushing his as she looped her fingers through the handles. "Come in, come in." 

Javier stood a full three seconds or so after she'd already turned around and walked down the narrow hallway, rooted to the spot and struck dumb like some sort of imbecile. His skin prickled in all the places he'd let Katie touch him the night before, which, admittedly, hadn't been too many - but still enough to be burning him with that familiar mixture of guilt and shame now. So he does what he does best when it comes to emotions: deny and repress. 

He left his shoes beside the pair of strappy heels she must have discarded there the night before, probably in a hurry to get the severely uncomfortable looking things off after spending a whole evening in them. The hallway opened into an open living room and dining area, the balcony beyond that, and a galley-style kitchen off to one side not unlike his own apartment. It was a sparse place, not quite enough furniture to fill the space - a long couch and coffee table, a low sideboard with a TV on it, none of it new save for the stereo system that was of course on and softly playing the usual eclectic music mix. Javier dropped his bag beside the couch where it would be out of the way. The dining table barely deserved the name. It was a small, round, reedy looking thing, just large enough for two, or maybe two and a child, with two plastic fold-out chairs. On it stood a light blue and white ceramic fruit bowl that currently held zero fruit, just the recording device he'd given her and... some pieces of golden sapphire and diamond jewelry? Puzzled, Javier picked up what turned out to be a bracelet. He raised one eyebrow at her as she set down plates for them. 

"Got a raise?" 

"Ha! As if. I should have, though. What with the extra work I got saddled with last night. That's the problem with rich people. Miserly. The more zeroes on their bank statements the stingier they get." She scoffed, ranting away all the way to and fro carrying the cutlery. "No, this-" she stabbed a spoonhandle through the bracelet and swirled it around once, twice, before glowering at the gemstones darkly, "This is what Mrs Jurado had me borrow to complete my outfit yesterday. Obviously I have to return them, which is why I'm meeting her for coffee tomorrow afternoon. If you do your whole government agent covert spy observation thing you could at least get eyes on her, maybe even him, too. Franklin Jurado, the money launderer. You can just smell the entitlement on him. I bet he went to one of the really fancy schools over there, like Princeton. Or maybe Harvard." 

"I'm glad to see you're making friends." Javier had followed her to the kitchen, leaning against a cabinet and watching her place the food on plates, any attempts to help or make himself useful deftly rebuffed as always. 

"I think it was Harvard actually. I think he mentioned it- It's on the recording, in any case. Real smug about it too. La Javeriana is a perfectly good university, too. Older, too. Luis Carlos Galán attended it, you know? Graduated in economics and law, like I did." 

"Like the new president, too." Javier dared remark, only to be leveled with a death glare that could make a man fear for his life. 

"Professor Samper, oh yes," she said pointedly, thrusting the plates at him, "Don't remind me please. The whole family attended, have for generations." 

Javier dutifully carried over the dishes and set them down, returning a moment later for the pitcher of water. Diana followed him, wiping her glasses with her tee-shirt in a gesture he had come to know was more about calming down than it was about being able to see better. 

"Right, no politics at meal time. Tell me something interesting instead." Diana attacked her food with a frightening kind of fervor. And suddenly the only thing he could think about was what Stechner had told him the night before, how the deal would go ahead, a neat little setup by politicians whose only objective was looking good enough for re-election. Naturally, the words died in his throat. He shrugged and started digging in. 

"Nothing huh? Okay, well, how about this then: How many Mrs Rodríguezes are there?" 

"Is this a trick question?" There should be one only, seeing as Miguel was widowed and his little shit of a son wasn't exactly husband material - nor looking to be. "One?"

"Close. There's three." 

That didn't make any sense. "That doesn't make any sense. Miguel is widowed and David- ...Gilberto! Gilberto?" 

"Gilberto." She confirmed. "All three. They have a rota, apparently. On Sundays they just sit around while he watches whatever game is on which sounds thrilling. And I thought my marriage was crap." 

"Huh." If Javier thought that the farcical nature of governmental - and inter-governmental - bureaucracy had prepared him for the absurdity of chasing drug kingpins he had apparently been sorely mistaken. But mostly, he was relieved to see that Diana was in such good spirits again, what with how affected she'd sounded the night before. Lunch was over in no time at all, and Javier felt his short night starting to catch up with him. He yawned surreptitiously as he helped carry the dirty dishes back into the kitchen, or what he thought had been surreptitious anyway. 

"Okay, coffee or nap?" 

"Huh?" Dammit, his eyes were burning. Diana took the plates and deposited them in the sink, leaving him to blink sluggishly. "I can do those. The dishes." 

"You're about to keel over. Haven't slept a wink, have you?" 

"About three hours, and another half hour or so on the plane. I'm fine, really." He admitted. The fact that he had to lean against the cabinets did not exactly serve to strengthen his argument. Diana tutted. 

"I need to run some errands, grocery shopping and the like. If you are really determined to get to work on the recording I'll make you a good strong coffee before I go, but I would personally suggest you use the time to catch up on some sleep. The couch pulls out." 

It was tempting, it really was, but Javier also knew that he'd have a harder time falling asleep later if he messed up his rhythm more now. 

"Coffee it is, then." She set to work in the same breath. 

A fond smile pulled at Javier's lips. "Thank you." --- Even knowing she was fine and safe now, she hadn't expected that listening to the recording would be so excruciatingly stressful. She had very helpfully compiled a list of encounters, along with time estimates (and a very evocative caricature of the chief accountant, Guillermo Pallomari), which had allowed him to fast forward through the recording to get a general overview. Even so, he'd gotten stuck on several bits, even replaying a few. The introductory round, for one. Her panic attack in the bathroom. Or the segment with that slimy little bastard David Rodríguez. Her quick thinking and clever diversion of Pacho's suspicions. He hated hearing the strain in her voice, the barely masked anxiousness that none of them even seemed to notice but that stood out to him so very clearly. His jaw was clenched so tight he could feel his teeth grinding– The lock on the front door clicked open, jolting Javier from his focused state. A quick glance at his watch told him it had been well over three hours since she'd left for her errands, afternoon now melting into early evening. In his haste to get up he tangled the wires, cursing as he he sat back down. Diana huffed into view, heavy-looking bags on each arm. 

"Hey there," she threw him a quick smile before vanishing into the kitchen to set down her load, re-emerging a heartbeat later. She crossed the distance in a few strides, lightly squeezing his shoulder as she leaned over him to peer at the notes he'd taken. "How's it going? Anything viable?" 

Her touch, given with such casual affection, electrified him. He'd never been, never considered himself the type of person anyone would come home to. 

"Plenty." He needed to collect himself, clear his throat and mind and get a grip. "You did amazing work." And I can't use it in court because you incriminate yourself all throughout.

"Good, I'm glad. Would have been a re-" 

The shrill ringing of her landline interrupted them. Immediately, Javier mourned the loss of her touch, the spot on his shoulder where her hand had lingered now turning cold. Pull yourself together, dammit! 

The telephone was mounted on the wall that separated hallway and kitchen, and had a cord long enough to allow for a range of movement to about halfway into the latter. Unsure of whether he was supposed to be listening, he tried to go back to the recording. Only tried rather turned into pretended. As quickly as he had put the headphones on, he took them off again, watching Diana for a moment of hesitation. She was shuffling around the kitchen entrance, emptying her shopping bags with the phone receiver pinned between her cheek and shoulder. She was talking to her aunt, tense and worried, but managed a small smile when she caught Javier's eye. Wordlessly, he started helping her putting the groceries away as directed. 

"No, I know you don't approve. No one approves except Gabriela, and incidentally Gabriela is also the only one who saw that I was making a mistake right from the start and the only one who tried to dissuade me from going through with the wedding, and if I'd only listened to her and my gut back then, I wouldn't-" She turned her back at this, and Javier put away the last few pieces and left the kitchen, giving her the pretense of privacy at least. It wasn't like the apartment was so vast that her voice wouldn't carry. He walked over to the stereo system he'd turned off earlier and switched it back on, fiddling with the volume by way of looking distracted. 

"...No, and I don't want to talk about it any more. I don't care what the Pope says; the Pope was never married! ...Yes, put her on; I think that's better for everyone involved." 

Immediately her voice and stance relaxed, became softer and warmer, and the conversation a lot more one-sided as Diana talked to Salome on the phone. Javier's knees were starting to protest at his half-kneeling by the sideboard, but he was too transfixed by trying to determine whether the little girl would perhaps say a few words today. She sometimes did, though very rarely, and Javier had yet to witness it himself. 

"Okay, my little darling, you be good for granny, alright? Sleep well, sweetheart. I love you. Bye-bye." 

Diana hung up and shuffled over, taking a seat on he edge of the coffee table closest to him. Javier gave up on the volume dial and turned towards her. 

"Everything okay?" She nodded and took off her glasses to rub at her eyes. Cautiously, Javier placed his hand atop hers where it laid in her lap, rubbing his thumb back and forth across the top of it soothingly. "And are you okay?" 

"I will be; I just- ...I try that she at least hears my voice every day, even if I can't be there and- She's so little and has already lost so much, and every time I have to leave I feel like I'm just making it worse and like maybe that's why she still barely talks. And it's so unfair! She's just a little girl and she needs her mother or at least she needs a mother and we try - my aunt and I try our best but we're all that's left of this family." Her voice got quieter with each word, fading to a whisper before ceasing. Javier didn't know how to respond; all the obvious things seemed like meaningless phrases, frivolous and unhelpful. Diana deflated, her whole frame drooping like misery personified. She let out a single, quiet sob, gripping his hand in both of hers like he was her anchor. "I just wish I at least knew what I was doing." 

She wiped at her eyes angrily, blindly grasping for the glasses on the table behind her until she found them and shoved them back on. She stood abruptly, but did not let go of his hand, instead tugging him up, to which his beleaguered knees only objected more. 

"Sorry, forget that. Let's sort out dinner." She stalked back into the kitchen, and Javier could only follow of creaky knees, the blood rushing back down into his feet and making them prickle and almost falter. She finally let go of his hand in front of the refridgerator, throwing open the door of it like a shield between them.  

"So for dinner I was thinking-" 

"Miss Rivas." She didn't even hear him, just went on explaining what was possible with the ingredients she'd picked up earlier. Javier laid his hand on top of hers gently, feeling the tension in her fingers, the tremble in them as she gripped the fridge door tight. Gently still, he eased her grip and shut the door. She didn't even look at him, obstinately staring down at the tiled floor instead. 

"I'm in control of my emotions." She declared defiantly. "I'm not a liability to your investigation." 

"I know." Javier took both her hands in his now, squeezed them once, still gentle. Kept his voice soft too; soft and low and for her ears only. "I know you ...aren't. It's okay. You're doing so good. You're doing amazing. It's okay." On the last few words, he raised their entwined hands, nudging her chin up to look at him. Took in her reddened but stubbornly dry eyes, her lips pressed into a painful line, and the hard set of her jaw and brows. All she needed was one final push to let go, one word of permission, and he gave it gladly. "It's okay." 

He'd expected an outburst now, an explosive outpouring of grief or at least wrath. Instead, Diana squeezed his hands back once before letting go, leaving him standing in the kitchen while she went into her bedroom. He heard her rummage around for a moment, then she returned with a small photo album in her hands which she carefully set down on the counter before throwing it open and flipping through the pages until she found the picture she was looking for. It showed what he assumed was her family. He recognized only her and Maritza, both noticeably younger then. Side by side, the family resemblance became more apparent, especially in comparison with the respective parents. Wordlessly, she flipped through the pages. In the next one Maritza's father was missing, the one after that, her own father was no longer there. The one after that showed the addition of a young man and what must have been a newborn Salome, him holding the baby with a broad, dimpled smile that his daughter had inherited. He was gone in the following picture, Diana's mother vanished in the one after that, until the last photograph showed only Maritza's mother, Diana herself, and little Salome. 

"Some time after we cleared out Maritza's apartment, I went to Escobar's grave. If I was looking for some kind of satisfaction, I didn't find it there." She closed the album with a sharp snap. "The whole drive back, last night, I was sure I was about to end up fish fodder, and I just thought... with how my aunt's health is failing, will Salome be all alone in the world before she's even five?" 

Javier swallowed hard, choking on the words that had sprung up onto the tip of his tongue. That he wouldn't let that happen (but it could have happened not twenty-four hours prior and there would have been nothing he could have done about it). That he would make sure the little girl was taken care of (How? He wasn't kin and Diana's aunt didn't know him. And he wasn't exactly prime fatherhood material, so what exactly did he think he could do?). And in the back of his head, he still heard the desperate shallow little breaths she'd heaved during her panic attack. So different words jumped onto his tongue instead, tumbling out before he could ever think through the implications. 

"Do you want out? You don't even have to go meet Mrs Jurado tomorrow, I can organize to have you pulled out within the week. And your family too. You'd be safe." 'I am never doing this again', she'd said. Well, he wouldn't make her. And considering what he knew now, that his whole investigation was just a front? What was the damn point of it anyway? 

Diana smiled, just a slight quirk of the corner of her lip, but the first in what felt like hours now. "Now? No. I don't want anyone else having to go through what my family and I went through, here or anywhere. This kind of...lust for power - it's grasping. It never stops, it is never satisfied. And it doesn't care what stands in its way." 

"You sure?" He ought to tell her, he really ...but even though the betrayal isn't his, just his to hand on, he hesitates again. 

"I am. Starting with meeting Christina Jurado tomorrow. Besides, you'll be with me all the way through." 

"Yeah," his voice creaks like a rusty hinge, "Yeah, of course I'll be. Just a stone's throw away." --- "Goodness, does she ever shut up?" Javier shut the door behind himself, hanging up the spare key on the hook by the door. They'd just returned from Diana and Mrs Jurado's coffee and lunch date - separately for safety purposes - and Javier's head was still swimming. Diana might be reasonably called talkative, but at least she had things to say. Christina Jurado, it turned out, could talk a mile a minute without saying much of substance at all. Diana had been all but steam-rollered by the barrage of conversation and Javier, who had listened closely to all two and a half hours of it, was starting to feel the beginnings of a pressure headache building. 

"Without being condescending, Agent Peña, there is so much that men don't understand about the way women talk with each other." Diana peeked out into the hallway with a raised eyebrow. "Besides, she may well have been... uuh-" 

"May have been what?" After discarding his shoes, he walked into the apartment fully. Diana frowned, then touched a fingertip to the side of her nose with a meaningful look. When he didn't light up with sudden understanding, she gave a good-natured yet long-suffering sigh. And Javier really thinks he should probably have slept more than four hours, but his back was now paying the price for his stint on that marshmallow fluff that passed for Katie's mattress, and also his mind liked to give him trouble when it ought to quiet down. 

"She may have been what, Miss Rivas?" 

"Mrs Jurado, I have good reason to believe, likes to uhh... sample the product." The penny rolled around Javier's exhausted mind a moment longer before dropping. 

"...You mean to tell me she was high on cocaine the whole time?" 

"Yes. Why are you whispering?" Why indeed. Javier cleared his throat and wondered why this revelation left him so scandalized. "She did use on Friday night, too, which is a frequency I honestly find alarming. I hope it's more of a weekend thing- Franklin knows, but I don't think he has any idea what to do about it. I'd reckon it's something they're both keen to keep under wraps, though for different reasons. I don't imagine the gentlemen would be overly thrilled, especially the brothers. They like to keep a pretty tight hold on everything even remotely to do with the business." 

"Huh... what the hell are you do-" While he had been musing on this new development in his sluggish mind, she'd stuck one hand down her blouse from the top and the other up it from the bottom, fumbling around for a moment before pulling the wiretap she'd been wearing for the meeting out and handing it to him non-chalantly. 

"When's your flight?" 

"Uh, late. Later. Ten-ish." He'd be back in Bogotá before midnight, but there was the drive back to Buenaventura to consider. Even so, it was only mid-afternoon now. Javier rubbed his hand over his burning eyes. His brain was no longer in a state to be doing that kind of math and he sighed, the coffee he'd just had clearly not doing anything. 

"You have at least an hour to get some sleep. Come lie down." She was out from in front of him and across the room before he could blink tiredly, already pushing back the coffee table and bending to pull out the couch. Javier meant to protest, he really did. But. Sleep beckoned. And so, with heavy feet dragging across the laminate floor, he acquiesced. 

"Thanks." He mumbled, gratefully receiving a pillow. 

"I'll wake you in an hour, hour and a half tops." She already sounded further away than she should be, considering she was by the sofa-bed's - and his - head still. Javier hummed a reply, more affirmative sound than any proper words. As he drifted off, he thought he felt gentle fingers brushing the hair back from his forehead. But surely that was just wishful thinking, for what else could it be? ---

So, six more months of looking busy and doing nothing while the Calí godfathers revved up operations to squeeze as much money as they could out. He'd had to send his agents home after they'd been splashed all over the front page of the Espectador, so not only did the DEA not currently have any presence on the ground in Calí, it also left Diana without even the faintest layer of protection. And with the massive stink the Colombians, fronted by General Vargas, had kicked up about it, he couldn't send in any replacements, no matter how eager or indeed fastidious Agent Feistl was. And now the incident in Yumbo. The youngest of the dead had only been six years old. Javier glowered at the TV report where the safety inspector was giving his final report. Natural gas leak... yeah, sure. This thing reeked; he felt it in his bones that the cartel was responsible somehow. And he couldn't go after them. The desire to go find Stechner and smash his stupid smug face through the screen became near unbearable. He turned the TV off before the urge manifested into action. 

He sat down behind his desk, taking a moment to look around the largely dark and empty office space around him before opening that particular drawer on the top right and taking out the arrest warrants. Their money and power and the influence both bought meant that the Calí bosses could move comparatively freely, but they still hid away. Carefully so, with the kind of tight-knit security that most heads of state could only dream of. Even if he did find a way to get at them, his hands were now unofficially bound. Well over a year's work, two good agents sent home, his informant risking her life every single day, more innocent dead who would never get justice, and what for? He hated it. He still hadn't told her. He thought about quitting. 

The phone rang. He knew it was her. She didn't even try his home landline first now, knowing he spent his evenings at the office more often than not. Javier let it ring once more while mustering up the courage to come clean. 

"Miss Rivas, good evening." 

"Decidedly not. Did you watch the news?" 

Javier scrubbed a hand over his face, squeezed his eyes shut so as to not have to look at the warrants spread out on his desk. There was only so much mockery a man could take. "Yeah. Yeah, I did." 

"It was them. David specifically, that self-absorbed buffoon. They chewed him out for over half an hour over it, which is far less than he deserves." 

"I figured." His throat felt tight; undoing another shirt button did precisely nothing. 

"Gilberto worries it will give the government leverage to go back on the deal. I hope it does."

So did Javier, but knowing the special interests being at play here he didn't hold out much hope. 

"And you have been made to recall your agents from Calí." 

Javier gulped. "Yes." 

"But they'll be replaced, right?" 

Well, here goes nothing then. "...No." 

Silence. She's not one to raise her voice even when upset and right now she must be livid. But perhaps she's shocked before anything else. Shocked into silence, into disbelief. He hates this, too. He wishes she would scream at him. Instead all he gets is a brittle quiet little '...What?' 

And it's so unfair, all of it. Stechner doesn't have to face her with this, the bastard. None of the politicians who are oh so invested in this little vanity project do either, the consequences aren't real to them. They get to collect the empty symbol of a supposedly bloodless surrender, some good publicity, and don't have to do or face any of the ugly truths on the ground. He thinks about quitting again. Pats his pocket for the reporter's business card. If he's leaving, he thinks, he'd do it with a bang. Burn all bridges with a mighty barrage of his personal J'accuse. But for now that's all idle thinking. 

"The surrender deal is going ahead as planned, because the powers that be will it so." He explained, truly understanding the sentiment of shooting the messenger at this very moment. "My hands are bound, there's nothing I can do."  

"Bullshit!" Yeah, agreed. He tries saying more, justifications that turn to dust on his tongue before the words even leave his mouth. His heart's not in it, and it only serves to stoke her wrath, fearsome even over the distance of the phone line. 

"What else will they get away with? If you're rich enough you can buy impunity? A blank cheque for murder? How many more people must die? Every day I go in and make myself complicit in it all on the promise that it will take them down!" 

The worst part of this, perhaps, is that he knows she's right. If any of those senators in their cushy Washington offices had even a bit of her bravery, her steadfastness, her moral clarity– 

"I'm sorry." His mouth is so dry. At last he opens his eyes again, glaring down at the warrants. Gilberto Rodríguez Orejuela. Miguel Rodríguez Orejuela. 

"You're sorry?" Even now her voice is still level. Full of venomous disbelief and cold with rage, yes, but it has not risen even a single decibel. 

"Miss Rivas, I-" 

The line went dead with a click. She'd hung up.

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author’s notes: 

*me, an idiot* this chapter will cover episodes 1 through to 4. this is a thing that is feasible and realistic

*me, 7000 words in and still at the party* ah. oh no.

in other words: remember last chapter when I cut things off because I wanted to keep it below 10k? yeah, that won’t be happening anymore. It takes as long as it takes. *shrug emoji* stay hydrated.

DIAN (Dirección de Impuestos y Aduanas Nacionales) is the Colombian government agency that is responsible for collecting taxes

Fernando Botero is a Colombian artist and sculptor, famous for these really chunky bronze statues, though the one I reference here is a complete fabrication and does not actually exist

according to the Art and Making of Narcos book Navegante’s actual name is Jorge Velasquez

‘chompa’ according to the dictionary I used, is a term for jacket used in Colombia and some other places

yes I looked up average temperatures in all these cities. I have concluded that it gets hot af in Laredo

La Javeriana (Pontificia Universidad Javeriana) is one of the oldest and most prestigious universities in Colombia. Presidential candidate Carlos Luis Galan did indeed attend there, as did president Ernesto Samper, who is president during the season in the show. He also did indeed teach there for a while in the early 80s, which fortunately matches up with my timeline. It was indeed founded before Harvard. Thirteen years before to be exact (1623 vs 1636)

here’s the drawing Diana made of Pallomari (contador=accountant): 

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2015 - We will not be silenced. We must fight back against transphobia.

For Verônica Bismarck, murdered on January 1, 2015, Coxim, Mato Grosso do Sul, Brazil.

For the unknown person murdered on January 3, 2015, in Jalisco, Mexico.

For Lorena Oliva García, murdered on January 3, 2015, in Guanajuato, Mexico.

For the unknown person murdered on January 8, 2015, in Belém, Pará, Brazil.

For Juju Pereira Soares, murdered on January 9, 2015, in Araçatuba, São Paulo, Brazil.

For Carla Segundo Flores, murdered on January 9, 2015, in Colombia.

For Anahi Cruz, murdered on January 9, 2015, in Puebla, Mexico.

For the unknown person murdered on January 10, 2015, in Manaus, Amazonas, Brazil.

For La Moracha Alvares, murdered on January 11, 2015, in Colombia.

For Bruna, murdered on January 12, 2015, in Varzea Grande, Mato Grosso, Brazil.

For “Joselito” Salazar Almedia, murdered on January 12, 2015, in Lo Espejo, Santiago, Chile.

For Bia, murdered on January 16, 2015, in São Paulo, Brazil.

For Lamia Beard, murdered on January 17, 2015, in Norfolk, VA, USA.

For Pravatlika, murdered on January 17, 2015, in Hyderabad, Telangana, India.

For Dani Díaz Ramos, murdered on January 22, 2015, in Veracruz, Mexico.

For Mia, murdered on January 25, 2015, in Ciudad de México, Mexico.

For Leo Boita, murdered on January 25, 2015, in Vitória da Conquista, Bahia, Brazil.

For B.E., murdered on January 26, 2015, in Istanbul, Turkey.

For Carollina Xisto Rocha, murdered on January 27, 2015, in Viçosa, Minas Gerais, Brazil.

For Camila Flóres, murdered on January 31, 2015, in Colombia.

For “Murilo Henrique” Lopes, murdered on January 31, 2015, in Sorocaba, São Paulo, Brazil.

For “Axel Poleth” Montes Niclisin, murdered on January 31, 2015, in Michoacan, Mexico.

For Didinha, murdered on February 1, 2015, in Vitória de Santo Antão, Pernambuco, Brazil.

For Millena Lucas de Lacerda, murdered on February 7, 2015, in Cubatão, São Paulo, Brazil.

For “Jose Misael” Sanchez Zapata, murdered on February 8, 2015, in Coahuila, Mexico.

For the unknown person murdered on February 10, 2015, in Coahuila, Mexico.

For the unknown person murdered on February 11, 2015, in Durango, Mexico.

For the unknown person murdered on February 12, 2015, in Chihuahua, Mexico.

For the unknown person murdered on February 12, 2015, in Quito, Ecuador.

For the unknown person murdered on February 13, 2015, in Mariápolis, São Paulo, Brazil.

For Capitú Maia dos Santos, murdered on February 13, 2015, in Manaus, Amazonas, Brazil.

For the unknown person murdered on February 15, 2015, in Villa d’Adda, Lombardy, Italy.

For “José Ezequiel” Estrada Sotelo, murdered on February 15, 2015, in Morelos, Mexico.

For Raíssa Adamys Borges Marinho, murdered on February 16, 2015, in Campina Grande, Paraíba, Brazil.

For the unknown person murdered on February 20, 2015, in Salvador, Bahia, Brazil.

For Lara Machado, murdered on February 22, 2015, in Parauapebas, Pará, Brazil.

For Marlen Delgado Cabrera, murdered on February 23, 2015, in Puebla, Mexico.

For the unknown person murdered on February 27, 2015, in Monsenhor Paulo, Minas Gerais, Brazil.

For Y.G. Oliveira Santos, murdered on February 27, 2015, in Marechal Deodoro, Alagoas, Brazil.

For Ágata Renata, murdered on February 27, 2015, in Campo Grande, Mato Grosso do Sul, Brazil.

For Estrellita Barboza Ochoa, murdered on February 28, 2015, in Zulia, Venezuela.

For Lorena Bhals, murdered on March 1, 2015, in Mandaguaçu, Paraná, Brazil.

For Bhavana Mahendrarao, murdered on March 1, 2015, in Bangalore, Karnataka, India.

For Barbie Billant Hernandez Gonzalez, murdered on March 2, 2015, in Puebla, Mexico.

For “Javier Alberto” Nievas Quinteros, murdered on March 2, 2015, in Mendoza, Argentina.

For Luisa Quintero (“La Pola”), murdered on March 8, 2015, in Manizales, Caldas, Colombia.

For Regina Tupinambá da Silva, murdered on March 13, 2015, in Uberlândia, Minas Gerais, Brazil.

For the unknown person murdered on March 13, 2015, in Punta Paitilla, Ciudad de Panamá, Panama.

For Yorley Alexandra Bustamante Niño, murdered on March 14, 2015, in Cúcuta, Norte de Santander, Colombia.

For the unknown person murdered on March 17, 2015, in Lorena, São Paulo, Brazil.

For Kristal Zavinovithc Boroski, murdered on March 17, 2015, in Guayaquil, Ecuador.

For M.L. de Almeida Reginald, murdered on March 18, 2015, in Araraquara, São Paulo, Brazil.

For Michele, murdered on March 22, 2015, in Jundiaí, São Paulo, Brazil.

For Adriana da Silva Martins, murdered on March 22, 2015, in Campo Grande, Mato Grosso do Sul, Brazil.

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For Shirly Hinestroza, murdered on March 31, 2015, in Medellin, Antioquia, Colombia.

For Debora, murdered on March 31, 2015, in Mogi Mirim, São Paulo, Brazil.

For the unknown person murdered on March 31, 2015, in Santiago de Querétaro, Mexico.

For Shirley, murdered on March 31, 2015, in Medellin, Antioquia, Colombia.

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For Sana, murdered on April 6, 2015, in Swabi, Khyber Pakhtunkhwa, Pakistan.

For Kimberlym Vanessa Cubides Rodríguez, murdered on April 10, 2015, in Aguachica, Cesar, Colombia.

For Bruna Quércia, murdered on April 15, 2015, in Fortaleza, Ceará, Brazil.

For Bruna, murdered on April 16, 2015, in Serra, Espírito Santo, Brazil.

For the unknown person murdered on April 17, 2015, in Manaus, Amazonas, Brazil.

For Job Rodrigues da Silva, murdered on April 17, 2015, in Porto Velho, Rondônia, Brazil.

For Jean, murdered on April 17, 2015, in Fortaleza, Ceará, Brazil.

For Bianca Bittencourt, murdered on April 18, 2015, in Ariquemes, Rondônia, Brazil.

For Taty Barcia Camejo, murdered on April 20, 2015, in Guayaquil, Ecuador.

For Mikal Bebel Brithman, murdered on April 21, 2015, in Belo Horizonte, Minas Gerais, Brazil.

For Katty Flores Correa, murdered on April 26, 2015, in Guayaquil, Ecuador.

For Almaroof Bijli, murdered on April 28, 2015, in Gunjial, Khushab, Punjab, Pakistan.

For Palanisamy, murdered on April 30, 2015, in Tiruppur, Tamil Nadu, India.

For Katty Flores Correa, murdered on April 30, 2015, in Ecuador.

For G.P.A., murdered on April 30, 2015, in Uruguay.

For the unknown person murdered on May 3, 2015, in Curitiba, Paraná, Brazil.

For the unknown person murdered on May 7, 2015, in Maracaibo, Zulia, Venezuela.

For Shahzaib Tanveer, murdered on May 9, 2015, in Islamabad, Pakistan.

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For Saima Shahzadai, murdered on May 9, 2015, in Islamabad, Pakistan.

For Anlly Ferrety, murdered on May 9, 2015, in El Salvador.

For the unknown person murdered on May 9, 2015, in Maracaibo, Zulia, Venezuela.

For Sabrina Ferreira de Castro, murdered on May 10, 2015, in Goiânia, Goiás, Brazil.

For Yenilet, murdered on May 11, 2015, in Venezuela.

For La Monique de Roma, murdered on May 15, 2015, in São Paulo, Brazil.

For Vandressa Vinnitt, murdered on May 18, 2015, in Realengo, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.

For Jean Waltrick, murdered on May 23, 2015, in Lages, Santa Catarina, Brazil.

For Bárbara Sodré, murdered on May 25, 2015, in Aracaju, Sergipe, Brazil.

For Priscila Soares da Silva, murdered on May 29, 2015, in Dois Riachos, Alagoas, Brazil.

For the unknown person murdered on June 3, 2015, in Içara, Santa Catarina, Brazil.

For Karol Mello, murdered on June 3, 2015, in Içara, Santa Catarina, Brazil.

For Pamela, murdered on June 5, 2015, in Lomas de Zamora, Buenos Aires, Argentina.

For Kuaune Vargas da Silva, murdered on June 13, 2015, in Santa Maria, Rio Grande do Sul, Brazil.

For the unknown person murdered on June 18, 2015, in Tlaxcala, Mexico.

For Yasmín Zavala, murdered on June 18, 2015, in San Salvador, El Salvador.

For Paloma, murdered on June 18, 2015, in Sucre, Colombia.

For Jasmine Collins, murdered on June 23, 2015, in Kansas City, MO, USA.

For the unknown person murdered on June 24, 2015, in Chihuahua, Mexico.

For Angie, murdered on June 26, 2015, in Comayagüela, Distrito Central, Honduras.

For Jose Antonio Tino Hidalgo, murdered on June 27, 2015, in Tapachula, Chiapas, Mexico.

For the unknown person murdered on June 30, 2015, in Manaus, Amazonas, Brazil.

For Barbie Bolívar, murdered on July 2, 2015, in Vargas, Venezuela.

For Muhammad Irfan, murdered on July 3, 2015, in Islamabad, Pakistan.

For Jesús García Hernández, murdered on July 3, 2015, in Tegucigalpa, Distrito Central, Honduras.

For the unknown person murdered on July 5, 2015, in Cacoal, Rondônia, Brazil.

For the unknown person murdered on July 6, 2015, in Cali, Valle de Cauca, Colombia.

For Bruna Toro, murdered on July 9, 2015, in Campo Grande, Mato Grosso do Sul, Brazil.

For the unknown person murdered on July 9, 2015, in Troyes, Aube, France.

For Samantha Rivas, murdered on July 15, 2015, in Montevideo, Uruguay.

For the unknown person murdered on July 16, 2015, in Serra, Espírito Santo, Brazil.

For Thuanny Geovanna, murdered on July 16, 2015, in Catalão, Goiás, Brazil.

For Guilhermina Vítor Flor, murdered on July 16, 2015, in São João Batista do Glória, Minas Gerais, Brazil.

For Érika Aguilera, murdered on July 16, 2015, in Dourados, Mato Grosso do Sul, Brazil.

For Gabi, murdered on July 17, 2015, in Passo Fundo, Rio Grande do Sul, Brazil.

For Janaina do Nascimento Silva, murdered on July 19, 2015, in Lagoa do Itaenga, Pernambuco, Brazil.

For “Giovanni Francisco” Perez, murdered on July 20, 2015, in San Miguel, El Salvador.

For the unknown person murdered on July 21, 2015, in Alicante, Spain.

For the unknown person murdered on July 25, 2015, in Alta Floresta d’Oeste, Rondônia, Brazil.

For Grettel, murdered on July 26, 2015, in Usulután, El Salvador.

For Patrícia, murdered on July 27, 2015, in Piracicaba, São Paulo, Brazil.

For Sirenita, murdered on July 31, 2015, in Usulután, El Salvador.

For the 3 unknown people murdered on July 31, 2015, in Cali, Valle del Cauca, Colombia.

For Amanda Mariel Fernando Alves, murdered on August 15, 2015, in Conceição das Alagoas, Minas Gerais, Brazil.

For the unknown person murdered on August 15, 2015, in Toluca, Estado de México, Mexico.

For Andy, murdered on August 15, 2015, in Toluca, Estado de México, Mexico.

For V.H.A. dos Santos, murdered on August 24, 2015, in Campos dos Goyatacazes, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.

For “Cesar Gonzales” Pichihua, murdered on August 30, 2015, in Ate Vitarte, Lima, Peru.

For Tutku Linda, murdered on August 31, 2015, in Ortahisar, Nevşehir, Turkey.

For Paulinha, murdered on September 8, 2015, in Natal, Rio Grande do Norte, Turkey.

For Dipa Bandyopadhyay, murdered on September 11, 2015, in Shyampur, West Bengal, India.

For L. Alves de Souza, murdered on September 16, 2015, in Campinas, São Paulo, Brazil.

For the unknown person murdered on September 20, 2015, in Culiacán, Sinaloa, Mexico.

For the unknown person murdered on September 22, 2015, in Culiacán, Sinaloa, Mexico.

For C. Neto Alves de Matos Junior, murdered on September 23, 2015, in São Paulo, Brazil.

For Alexia, murdered on September 24, 2015, in Ciudad Are, La Libertad, El Salvador.

For Fernanda “Coty” Olmos, murdered on September 25, 2015, in Santa Fe, Argentina.

For Alvari, murdered on October 1, 2015, in Vitória, Espírito Santo, Brazil.

For the unknown person murdered on October 4, 2015, in Ciudad de México, Mexico.

For Yajaira/Scarlet Martinez Flores, murdered on October 11, 2015, in Culiacán, Sinaloa, Mexico.

For the unknown person murdered on October 12, 2015, in Veracruz, Mexico.

For Miscilene Santana da Silva, murdered on October 12, 2015, in Ipiaú, Bahia, Brazil.

For Leticya Santos Ignacio, murdered on October 12, 2015, in São Bernardo do Campo, São Paulo, Brazil.

For Kiara Cardenas Perez, murdered on October 15, 2015, in Barranquilla, Atlántico, Colombia.

For Valentina de Souza Canteiro, murdered on October 19, 2015, in Ponta Porã, Mato Grosso do Sul, Brazil.

For the unknown person murdered on October 19, 2015, in Bogotá, Distrito Capital, Colombia.

For the unknown person murdered on October 19, 2015, in Ponta Porã, Mato Grosso do Sul, Brazil.

For “La Guera” Vasquez Ordoñez, murdered on October 20, 2015, in Campeche, Mexico.

For Rose, murdered on October 21, 2015, in Belo Horizonte, Minas Gerais, Brazil.

For Anusha, murdered on October 24, 2015, in Visakhapatnam, Andhra Pradesh, India.

For Maritza D.M., murdered on October 27, 2015, in Loja, Ecuador.

For Xiaofeng Zhang, murdered on October 28, 2015, in Liaocheng, Shandong, China.

For the unknown person murdered on October 28, 2015, in Jaboatão dos Guararapes, Pernambuco, Brazil.

For the unknown person murdered on October 29, 2015, in Michoacan, Mexico.

For the unknown person murdered on November 2, 2015, in Santa Maria, Rio Grande do Sul, Brazil.

For Marilina, murdered on November 2, 2015, in Ciudad del Este, Alto Paraná, Paraguay.

For “La Potra” Camacho Luque, murdered on November 2, 2015, in Guasave, Sinaloa, Mexico.

For G.C. Pavao Barbosa, murdered on November 8, 2015, in Colombo, Paraná, Brazi.

For the unknown person murdered on November 9, 2015, in Bogotá, Distrito Capital, Colombia.

For Julissa/Brithany Hernandez, murdered on November 10, 2015, in Reynosa, Tamaulipas, Mexico.

For Hiltinha, murdered on November 12, 2015, in Manaus, Amazonas, Brazil.

For Gala Ramirez Flores, murdered on November 14, 2015, in San Fernando, Tamaulipas, Mexico.

For Shella Aprilia, murdered on November 25, 2015, in Jakarta, Indonesia.

For Penelope Charmosa, murdered on November 25, 2015, in Campo Grande, Mato Grosso do Sul, Brazil.

For Susana Mattano, murdered on November 30, 2015, in Sete Lagoas, Minas Gerais, Brazil.

For Alev, murdered on December 2, 2015, in Istanbul, Turkey.

For Vanessa Huaspa, murdered on December 4, 2015, in Cuenca, Azuay, Ecuador.

For C. Torres, murdered on December 5, 2015, in Bogotá, Distrito Capital, Colombia.

For Alecia dos Santos de Jesus, murdered on December 6, 2015, in Lagarto, Sergipe, Brazil.

For Kesley Dos Santos Arruda, murdered on December 9, 2015, in Santo Antonio da Platina, Paraná, Brazil.

For Layana, murdered on December 10, 2015, in Sao Luis, Maranhão, Brazil.

For Gina Mar Cobos, murdered on December 11, 2015, in Bucaramanga, Santander, Colombia.

For J.G. Lopez Antoima, murdered on December 11, 2015, in Puerto Ordaz, Bolivar, Venezuela.

For P. Ottaviano, murdered on December 15, 2015, in Temixco, Morelos, Mexico.

For Rayssa Rangell, murdered on December 17, 2015, in Guarulhos, São Paulo, Brazil.

For the unknown person murdered on December 17, 2015, in La Patilla, Caracas, Distrito Capital, Venezuela.

For Paulete, murdered on December 20, 2015, in Santo Antonio do Descoberto, Goiás, Brazil.

For Joana, murdered on December 21, 2015, in Xonacatalán, Estado de México, Mexico.

For J. Andrade de Almeida, murdered on December 22, 2015, in Caldas Novas, Goiás, Brazil.

For the unknown person murdered on December 25, 2015, in Madang, Papua New Guinea.

For all the other trans siblings who were murdered or went missing.

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Stop the aggressions against the Zapatistas! - Manifesto signed by Noam Chomsky, Boaventura De Sousa, Raúl Zibechi, Enzo Traverso, Gilberto López y Rivas and more.

Today those who defend the environment are slaughtered every day. At a time like the one that the planet lives in which the protection of those who defend it is required, the opposite happens. Those who have resisted this destruction by the powerful have not stopped saying NO, they have always done so, although the current administration does not want to have memory.

The murder in the community of Amilcingo, Morelos of Samir Flores, a member of the resistance against the Comprehensive Plan Morelos, its gas pipeline and thermoelectric plants that put the life and territory of Nahua communities in Puebla and Morelos at risk; the massacre of 15 Ikoot indigenous people in San Mateo del Mar, Oaxaca, one of the regions that has opposed the Trans-isthmian Corridor projects; the growing paramilitary violence in Chiapas, with 56 attacks in the municipality of Aldama alone, and the kidnapping in February of members of the National Indigenous Council (CNI) of the municipality of Chenalhó are proof that the war continues.

Now the violence is becoming more and more explicit against the Zapatista communities. The growth of the activity of paramilitary groups such as “Los Chinchulines” or the Regional Organization of Coffee Growers of Ocosingo (ORCAO), as well as the appearance of new groups, is exacerbating tension in the region. The theft and burning of warehouses and houses of the Moisés Ghandi community, of the Autonomous Rebel Zapatista Municipality “Lucio Cabañas”, (in the official municipality of Ocosingo), show the increase in the intensity of the aggressions and provocations against the Zapatista Army of National Liberation. The EZLN has respected the ceasefire for years and has focused on strengthening its autonomous organizational processes with schools, clinics, and justice systems. It is serious that one of the ethical references of resistance and construction of concrete and viable alternatives for the planet continues to be under siege, and it is even more serious that the response of those who seek to “transform Mexico” is complicity or oblivion in the face of these extermination attempts. .

It is extremely worrying that this occurs in the context of the Covid-19 pandemic, that there are those who seek to take advantage of the vulnerability in which everyone finds themselves to fuel their ambitions for money and power. It is more worrisome when those who are supposedly in charge of preventing such abuses allow and therefore favor them.

Beyond the erroneous or successful changes of the executive power, which shows this escalation of violence in indigenous areas, and the worsening of paramilitary attacks in the Zapatista territory in Chiapas, is the continuity of the racist, colonial and paternalistic vision of the governments. liberals and conservatives, left and right. Projects such as the Mayan Train show the idea of ​​bringing "development" to indigenous peoples by turning them into cheap labor and contributing only the folkloric image of the Mexican indigenous.

The violence and dispossession of indigenous territories that megaprojects such as the Trans-isthmian Corridor or the Mayan Train imply and require are the ethical breaking point of the current Mexican government, it is where the moral stature that President López Obrador has awarded in front of its predecessors begins to collapse.

Those of us who signed this letter are watching carefully what is happening in Mexico, what is happening in the Zapatista communities that for decades have been a benchmark for other ways of living, health, education, justice, politics. We will not allow the extermination of indigenous peoples with the recurring excuse of development.

International firms

Noam Chomsky (USA)

Saskia Sassen (USA)

Raúl Zibechi (Uruguay)

Marcos Roitman (Spanish State)

Oscar Olivera (Bolivia)

Hugo Blanco Galdos (Peru)

Boaventura De Sousa Santos (Portugal)

Michael Hardt (USA)

Yvon Le Bot (France)

Philippe Corcuff (France)

Jaime Pastor (Spanish State)

Manuel Garí Ramos. Economist. Member of Anticapitalistas (Spanish State)

Juan Wahren (Argentina)

Sabrina Melenotte (France)

Daniel Mato (Argentina)

John Gibler (USA)

José Angel Quintero Weir - Wainjirawa Indigenous Organization (Venezuela)

Roberto Ojeda Escalante (Cusco, Peru)

Pepe Mejía, journalist, social activist, Correspondent for Indigenous Struggle in Europe

Pierluigi Sullo (Italy)

Enzo Traverso (Italy)

Derly Constanza Cuetia Dagua (Nasa People, Colombia)

Vilma Rocío Almendra (Colombia)

Manuel Rozental (Colombia)

Raúl Camargo. Former deputy of Madrid. Spokesperson for Anticapitalistas (Spanish State)

Genaro Raboso Saelices. Unionist of Workers' Commissions (Spanish State)

Ana María Gordaliza Fernández. Psychoanalyst. (Spanish state)

Ana Barba. Pharmaceutical (Spanish State)

Marià Delás Briefcase. Journalist (Spanish State)

Lurdes Lucia. Editor Feminist. (Spanish state)

José Vicente Barcia. Ecologist (Spanish State)

Rocío Van Der Heide García. Anti-capitalists. Social worker (Spanish State)

Patri Amaya. Feminist. LGTBI Movement (Spanish State)

Fernando Cabrerizo. Multimedia Technician (Spanish State)

Pablo Pérez Garfonina. Member of Adelante Andalucía (Spanish State)

Ramon Gorriz Vitalla, union member of Workers' Commissions (Spanish State)

Roberto Montoya Batiz. Journalist (Spanish State)

Laura Lucía Pérez Ruano. Jurist. Teacher. Former deputy of Navarra (Spanish State)

Carmen San José Pérez. Family doctor. Unionist of the Assembly Movement of Health Workers (MATS) (Spanish State)

Juan Hernández Zubizarreta. College professor. Member of the Observatory of Multinationals of Latin America. (Spanish state)

Lorena Garrón Rincón. Councilor of the Cádiz City Council. (Spanish state)

Alicia López Hernando. Feminist Movement (Spanish State)

Ángela Aguilera Clavijo, deputy spokesperson of the Adelante Andalucía group in the Andalusian Parliament (Spanish State)

Demetrio Quirós. Councilor of the Cádiz City Council (Spanish State)

Jorge Riechmann Fernández. Professor at the Autonomous University of

Madrid and writer (Spanish State)

Mónica Rocha Medina, Bolivian Center for Popular Studies (Bolivia)

Huáscar Salazar Lohman, Bolivian Center for Popular Studies (Bolivia)

Patrick Silberstein (France)

Tomas Astelarra, journalist (Argentina)

Mexican firms

Paul Hersch Martinez

Alicia Castellanos Guerrero, UAM-I

Gilberto López y Rivas, INAH- Morelos

Juan Carlos Rulfo. Filmmaker. Mexico City.

Margara Millán, professor, UNAM

Fernanda Navarro

Paul Leduc

Magdalena Gomez

Francisco Barrios "El Cress"

Eduardo Almeida Acosta

Maria Eugenia Sánchez Díaz de Rivera

Graciela Mijares López

Alexander Varas

Volga De Pina, defender of Human Rights.

Marta De Cea. Cultural Promoter. Mexico

Mariana Mora, CIESAS CDMX and Red de Feminismos Descoloniales

Bruno Baronnet, Universidad Veracruzana

Isidoro Moreno. Emeritus Professor of Anthropology. Sevilla University. Andalusia

Francisco Morfin Otero. Instituto Superior Intercultural Ayuuk ISIA

Kathia Núñez Patiño Faculty of Social Sciences C-III. A CH

Richard Stahler-Sholk Eastern Michigan University, USA

Jean Robert Architect, Professor at La Salle University

Sylvia Marcos, Network of decolonial Feminisms, Professor at the Ibero-American University

Servando Gaja, Cinematographer

Inés Durán Matute, sociologist.

Mariana favela

Barbara Zamora

Susana Vázquez Vidal, PhD at CIESAS Occidente.

Orb Larisa

Antonio Sarmiento

Hector Zetina

Raúl Romero, sociologist, Mexico.

Raúl Gutiérrez Narváez, Intercultural Inductive Education Network and CIESAS, Chiapas

Sergio Tischler

Fernando Matamoros Ponce, Research Professor, Postgraduate in Sociology (ICSyH-BUAP)

Joaquín Osorio G. ITESO

Rubén Martin, freelance journalist, Guadalajara

Lucia Linsalata

Ana Maria Vera

Isis Samaniego-Poet

Bertha Melendez «Yuhcatla»

Maria Luisa Arroyo Rodriguez

Epifanio Flores and Manzola

Amparo Seville

J. Jesus Maria Serna Moreno

Sergio Hernández / Uci, Zautla, Puebla

Paulino Alvarado

Erika Sánchez Cruz, professor at BUAP

Irma Zentle Colotl, Social Economist

Wullfrano Ramírez, Dr. Artificial Intelligence

Mirna Valdés, Poet

Horacio Torres de Ita

Alejandra Jiménez, Rural Teacher

Ana Melissa Valenzuela, Educator

Zitlalli López Mendoza, Educator

Cristian Añorve, Student

Roxana Bolio

Jose Meza Rosas

Luis Saracho de María y Campos

Florina Mendoza Jimenez

Leonel Lopez

María de Lourdes Mejía, Mother of Carlos Sinuhé Cuevas Mejía

Angel Benhumea Salazar

Roberto Rodríguez Contreras "Cat"

Isabel Maldonado Hernandez

Omar Abrego Torres

Alfredo Velarde Saracho, professor at the Faculty of Economics

Ana Laura Suarez Lima

Azael Soriano Sanchez

Cecilia Zeledon

Diana Patricia González Ferreira, ICSYH Sociology Teacher

Organizations

Colectivo La Resistencia (Los Angeles, USA)

Solidarity with the Mexican people - Málaga (Spanish State)

Union Communiste libertaire (Marseille, France)

Union syndicale Solidaires, (France)

Vocesenlucha - Popular Communication (Spanish State)

Collectif Paris-Ayotzinapa (France)

Towns in Camino (Colombia)

Éditions Syllepse (France)

Network of Brotherhood and Solidarity with Colombia (Colombia)

International Commission of the People's Congress (Colombia)

Network Against Repression and for Solidarity (RvsR)

Human Rights Node (NODHO)

Errant Etcetera

Labor and Socialist Unity (UníoS!)

Union of Neighbors and Victims "September 19" (UVyd-19)

Community Communication Research Center A.C. (CICC A.C.)

Popular Indigenous Council of Oaxaca Ricardo Flores Magón (CIPO-RFM)

Indigenous and Popular Council of Guerrero - Emiliano Zapata (CIPOG-EZ)

Guardians and Guardians of the Metlapanapa River

Otomí Indigenous Community residing in CDMX

Support network for the CNI-CIG Ibero Puebla

Xalapa Resistance and Rebellion Network

2140/5000 Resistance and Rebellion Network in support of the CNI-CIG of the Port of Veracruz

La Otra Tuxtla Resistance and Rebellion Network

Network of Rebellion and Resistrenzas-Puebla

Metropolitan, Anticapitalist and Antipatriarchal Coordination with the CIG

Network of decolonial feminisms

Paper picnic area

Compas Arriba !, Xalapa, Veracruz.

Mexicali Resists

Binational Network of Women Who Fight

Nativitas Zacapan for the Defense of the Land and Water.

Radio Tlanixco

The Collective Against Torture and Impunity

Colectivo Feminista Cihuatlahtolli A.C.

The Voice of the Anahuac.

Autonomous Student Renovation Collective

Coordinator of Students and Collectives of the FD-UNAM

Zapatista Neza Collective, Café "Zapata Vive"

Radio Regeneration

UPREZ Benito Juárez

Collective Aequus.- Promotion and defense of Human Rights

Coordination of Relatives of Students Victims of Violence

Voices of the Wind

Poetry and Singing

Collective Las Sureñas in resistance and rebellion

Popular Free Media Laboratory

Stomping Free Media

Plantón for 43

La Ceiba Collective

Zapatista Pantitlán Health Brigade

Sector of Workers Adhering to the Sixth Declaration

Front of Workers for the Right to Health and Social Security

Women who Fight, Resist and Organize

Rebel Bazaar

Community Dentistry Collective Sowing Smiles

Otomí Autonomous School

Residents of the Honorable National Student House.

Community Radio Totopo de Juchitán, Istmo de Tehuantepec, Oaxaca

Green Tide High Mountains

Circle of Marxist Studies, Mexico City

The Other Juaritox

Collective ADA

Karuzo Cultural Forum

They are from the Máiz

Sixth Theater

El Torito Collective

Collective of Profes in the Sixth

Xochitlanezi Community

Tlanezi Calli Community

Compass Red

Zapatista Coffee Table of the UAM-Iztapalapa Below and to the Left of Building E

Gavilanas Collective

Collective Common Notebook

Iztapalapa Sexta Support Network

Colectivos del Sur Adherent to the Sixth

University of the Earth in Puebla (UnitierraPuebla)

Collective Utopia Puebla

The Zenzontle

House of the Peoples-Mexico

Autonomous Brigades of Mutual Support

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Eurovision 2010s: 125 - 121

125. Homens da Luta - “A luta è alegria” Portugal 2011

Lol the booing. GET OVER YOURSELVES, this is a great entry and you WILL deal with it!  🤗

“A luta è alegria” is first and foremost a joyful throwback to 70s Portugal, where each of their entries was a passive-aggressive anti-Salazar protest song, a topic which maintains its relevance in an age where Trump, Duterte, Bolsonaro and Erdogan (and let’s face it, Boris Johnson) are hotshot leaders. Bathed in saudade and accordeon noises, it cheerfully “celebrates” social oppression by pointing out the joys of the struggles at hand.  AUX ARMES, CITOYENS, FORMEZ VOS BATAILLONS!!! 

Of course the combination of the political undercurrent + the framing as A Joke Act made “A luta è alegria” a HUGE thorn in the side of the Eurovision Elitists: “EWW IT DOESN’T TAKE EUROVISION SERIOUSLY, BAD SONG, HORRIBLE ATTITUDE DIE DIE DIE”. Of course, this is the group that never judges beyond the skin deep and gets to see that the song is a valiant call to arms with positive uplifting lyrics! Some people do NOT want a better Eurovision to live in!  🙄

Let us therefore oppose the musical oppression by the elitists by throwing a picket and blasting this underrated song non-stop until hijacked by its catchy lusophone melody. 🤗   Traz o pão 🍞, traz o queijo 🧀,  traz o vinho 🍷 / Vem o velho 👴👵, vem o novo 👨👩 e o meninoooooooo 🧑👧

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124. Eduard Romanyuta - “I want your love” Moldova 2015

One of the best all-time openers, right? WHAT A AMAZING, SHAMELESS TRAINWRECK. The best decision Ukraine made in 2015 WAS withdrawing so Eduard could try out for Moldova instead, hijacking us with this ceaseless shitstorm of tastelessness: Disarmingly inept, “I want your love” elevates the term “slutpop” into an art, giving us tonnes of gratuituous sexuality framed in a 90s Boyband package.  BACKSTREET’S BACK, ALRIGHT~

As you know, I’m NOT into female objectification (being gay and a equalist), but here it actually improves the act. Eduard is the world’s least convincing fukboi, sauntering around like an absent-minded golden retriever 😍, engaging in fake MMA duels with the male “cops” (who, might I add, are dressed like hen party strippers. 😍 Moldova being so poor they can’t afford actual police costumes <3), helplessly bleating “I waaant your laaaaaav” throughout. It all feels like a 90s romcom, like Beethoven meets American Pie meets Police Academy IV. LOVE.

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123. EQUINOX - “Bones” Bulgaria 2018

[2018 Review here]

What a crock of shit <3

Enter EQUINOX, a “supergroup” consisting of four gay men and a morlock, assembled specifically to bankrupt Bulgaria Win Eurovision. Of course, my appreciation of EQUINOX is almost entirely ironic but jesus fuck I LOVE this desperate attempt for its incompetence. Getting a black gay guy to sing “LOVE IS LIKE A BLACK HOLE, EVERYTHING IS DARK” as your first line, in front of millions of people 😍 😍 😍  EQUINOX are utter quacks and it was blatantly obvious from second one. Paraphrasing: 

Trey: “It’s about love ~BEYOND THE BONES~”  Wiwi: “yes but what is love ‘beyond the bones’”? Trey: “It’s.... undiscribable love, like, what you you want it to be 👀” 

UTTER HOGWASH <3 So is it any surprise that Equinox’s veneer of ~mystical artistry~ *and* winner odds got to writhe into dust of the universe and way into unknown, the second "Bones” hit the stage? 😍 The live was a living, breathing disaster, further accelerated by an acute case of Sabotage Baptiste: Roll that tape:

Einstein was mistaken, because this goddess does play dice, and the dice are loaded.

Ultimately, EQUINOX are sort of a Houdek deal for me. “Bones” is an utter joke, and everyone is in on it, except for the Bulgarian production team and as long as I can just point and laugh at their expense, I’ll continue cherishing it. Bulgaria bankrupted themselves for a meek 14th place lmfao <3 However, unlike Houdek, EQUINOX aren’t awful people, so I rank them much, much higher 😈

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122. Eva Rivas - “Apricot stone” Armenia 2010

A PRICK-CUT STONE HIDDEN IN MY HEAAAD. 

For the sake of variety, let me throw in a song that is genuinely good, as opposed to a stannable trashfest. 

You know by now that I LOVE when countries display their ~cultural essense~ and this song blatantly displays Armenia’s.  Gorgeous charismatic woman? Check. Ethnic goat flute? Check! References to agricultural traditions? Check. excessive staging? Check! References to the ethnic cleansing? Double-Check!

It really just is a joy to see Eva regaling tales from her childhood, bobbing around stage displaying her raven rapunzel locks, brandishing a locket in her clenched first, as the giant apricot stone behind her blossoms into a tree. It may not be the most ~mindblowing~ Armenian entry, but it’s nevertheless a doll. 

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121. Roberto Bellarosa - “Love kills” Belgium 2013

WETING FŒR DA BEETER PEEL

That face.

That Victory Dance.

Those... dancers? 

I am not even sure how Robertoad managed to become such a hot commodity in Malmö, because I actually HATED “Lav keels” at first: I thought it was embarrassing, cheesy and stupid. Which is of course why I love it now, but at the time, nobody in Belgium believed in it. Not even Roberto’s backing singers. I visited to the male backing’s personal website during rehearsals and saw that he was booked to perform at ~retirement homes~ ON THE DAY OF THE FINALE LMFAO <3 The Semifinal itself was written down as “private project” <3 😍

So imagine my bewilderment when this fuckin’ song received points from 5 of the first 6 countries in the tally (INCLUDING A TWELVE!), and permanently hunkered down on the lefthandside of the scoreboard. And then, like a rolling stone it hit me BOOM BOOM BOOM that this bizarre amagamation of FRENGLISH

+ THOSE DANCERS (seriously, some of the best dancers ever?)

+ ALWAYS CARRYING WITH HIM A WEE STUFFED BUNNY

+ The fact that *Roberto*, in a year featuring Farid Mamadov, Koza Mostra and Gianluca, was the male act the fangirls imprinted on (the rumors of busloads of fangirls camping outside of Roberto’s hotel, clutching his picture.😍)

All of those things made Robertoad disarmingly inept and deserving of nothing but the most unironic love. RIP sweet goblin prince. 

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Artículo de opinión

Análisis crítico de la conducta en cuanto a los problemas medioambientales

Autores: Alpizar García Alan Adair Paez Huerta Ximena Molina Rivas Amairany Trejo Salazar Daniel G. Pérez Gómez Valeria Resumen Aunque existen normas morales que ayudan a regular la conducta de la sociedad para evitar que se realicen malas acciones y que las cuales a un cierto tiempo nos traerán el sentimiento de culpa, aún existen personas que llevan a cabo algunas de estas por falta de educación ambiental y cultura cívica, en contra del medio ambiente generando así un efecto irreversible a nuestro planeta, y por tanto se dará inicio a problemas medioambientales, como lo son: el calentamiento global, el cambio climático producto del anterior, la deforestación, la sobreexplotación de recursos, entre otros. Conociendo la información anterior, es importante llevar a cabo acciones para lograr un impacto favorable para nuestro medio. Abstract Although there are moral norms that help regulate the behavior of society to prevent bad actions from being carried out and which, at a certain time, will bring us a feeling of guilt, there are still people who carry out some of these due to lack of environmental education. and civic culture, against the environment, thus generating an irreversible effect on our planet, and therefore environmental problems will begin, such as: global warming, climate change as a result of the above, deforestation, overexploitation of resources, among others. Knowing the above information, it is important to carry out actions to achieve a favorable impact on our environment. Palabras clave Ambiente, educación, problemas ambientales, conciencia social, conducta actual. Introducción En la actualidad, se conoce lo que es correcto o incorrecto en materia del ambiente, además de que existen normas morales que ayudan a regular la conducta de la sociedad y en algunas ocasiones estas impiden que se realicen malas acciones debido a que después se vive con un sentimiento de culpa por realizar acciones malas, pero aun con estas normas existen personas que aun hacen daño al ambiente haciendo acciones por falta de educación ambiental, falta de cultura cívica la cual consiste en la falta de compromiso puede derivarse del mero desinterés o de un individualismo exacerbado. Debido a esta falta de conocimiento se han hecho acciones que son dañinas y causaran un efecto irreversible a nuestro planeta y dado a esto se dará pauta a problemas medioambientales como El calentamiento global y el cambio climático, la deforestación, la sobreexplotación de recurso, el mal manejo de residuos sin embargo es importante hacer acciones de manera individual para lograr un impacto favorecedor para el medio ambiente. Tesis La conducta en cuanto a los problemas medioambientales en nuestro entorno es dirigida por la falta de educación ambiental que consiste en buscar generar procesos para la construcción de saberes, valores y prácticas ambientales, también se observa la falta de cultura cívica y esto implica un desapego, desconocimiento o incumplimiento deliberado de los lineamientos que ésta establece. Pero también influye el factor contagio y la percepción que se tenga del problema. Argumentos La educación medioambiental aplicada en las escuelas suele ir dirigida al reciclaje más que a la rama de no consumo de productos contaminantes similares a los plásticos, papel y cartón, sin embargo, al realizar una estrategia correcta para su aplicación sana en las escuelas el aprendizaje mejorará para aplicar así a la vida diaria la baja en el consumo de productos plásticos. Los humanos cuentan con un aprendizaje basado en la observación puesto que ningún aprendizaje es propio sino adquirido mediante otros, los factores sociales y el contexto de este genera que los demás apliquen lo que miran, esto es notable en las problemáticas medioambientales que cuentan con vaga educación basada en ayudar y evitar desgastar el planeta. Conclusión

Los problemas medioambientales están muy presentes actualmente, debido al alto crecimiento de la población y así mismo como de los malos hábitos que tienen cada una de las personas. Sin embargo, estos se pueden llevar a reducir hasta tratar de controlarlos con distintas acciones en las cuáles cada persona colaboré para un resultado rápido y eficaz. Hemos llegado a la conclusión de que estas malas conductas se deben a un mal estilo de vida y hábitos que no son del todo buenos, por lo tanto, se necesita una educación ambiental la cuál incluya propuestas, fomente hábitos, realice acciones para reducir cada problema y finalmente concientice de la importancia del cuidado y prevalecimiento del medio ambiente.

Filosofía Contemporánea