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I guess the dementia senil doesn´t last a hundred years even considering an afterlife possibility... From the three in the junta, his eyes were the most frightening ones, at least for me. See note and related links:

http://www.pagina12.com.ar/diario/elpai ... 11-09.html

Yes I imagine I will meet him in the after life
It could be in heaven or hell
I will find out when I get there


I think about a book called
"It can't happen here"
But it could.

Public enemy
Sinclair Lewis's 1935 novel 'It Can't Happen Here' envisioned an America in thrall to a homespun facist dictator. Newly reissued, it's as unsettling a read as ever.

PICTURE THIS: A folksy, self-consciously plainspoken Southern politician rises to power during a period of profound unrest in America. The nation is facing one of the half-dozen or so of its worst existential crises to date, and the people, once sunny, confident, and striving, are now scared, angry, and disillusioned.

http://www.boston.com/news/globe/ideas/ ... lic_enemy/

Yes I imagine I will meet him in the after life

no, I can´t ... or more exactly I won´t...! He was already part of the social atmosphere where I was raised, I guess is enough..!

I did not understand this reference

I guess the dementia senil doesn´t last a hundred years even considering an afterlife possibility

I was not raised with the possibility of an afterlife. Never discussed never mentioned by any adults in my family. But I have been considering the possibility these past few years.

I saw something in a guys eyes once that made me turn around and walk away from him which was a bad mistake. I never should have turned my back on him. Or maybe I should have run not walked.

We read about stuff in history books, but the stuff that happens during ones own lifetime is more real to us I think.

I was raised with multiple choice thought-possibilities... but I´m not too occupied in the afterlife, at least at the moment!
Massera -supposed- senil dementia legally inabled him to declare during the trials in the last times... and it seems death did the finally cut, just that!.

okay thanks for the explanation.

What memories do you have of that time from your childhood. Were your parents frightened?

Most of my memories from childhood are happy but I was aware that all the adults in my family were scared bad by something.

I was about 4 1/2 years old when the war ended.

yeah, I remember them frightened, depressed, stressed, nervous and somehow isolated. Also sometimes happy, luckily! I was fifteen years old when the dictatorship ended, a bit older than you... and yeah, I have lot of memories, some not very pleasent from those times. Too late today to talk about it, though!

Ten four on being too late to talk about it. I was refering to World War Two. I was about 36 when Massera came to power.

For some reason it is spooky for me to think about the fact that Hitler was alive during my life time.

""The Honky Tonks in Texas
were my natural home
Where you tip your hat to the ladies
And the rose of San Antone" Waylon Jennings

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