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187 46 Täby
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2007 in Buenos Aires. After 85 years turned to snow in Buenos Aires on July 10, 2007

I am free by vocation, and genetically rebellious, impulsive, creative, enterprising, steady, committed to my endeavors and very competitive. At times sympathetic, often annoying, but always efficient. Much better as a soloist than a member of an orchestra.

I am a lover of life, women and love without love; I am passionate about all the pleasures that life has to offer. Pleasures that time, inexorably and cruelly, deprive us of bit by bit. I don't love work, but I love my work.

I was reared on the shores of the Rio de la Plata and the Parana River, two cities in which the project of my life began to take flight during my first 24 years: Buenos Aires, Rosario, Buenos Aires, Buenos Aires, Buenos Aires... I'm a "porteño".

An Argentine as always and Swedish like never before, I have finally understood the inexistence of the absolute. I was an uncompromising fanatic during the 1970's -my time of suicidal idealism, in which I, entirely delirious, divided humanity into comrades and reactionaries, friends and enemies; I survived.

Today I try to be tolerant and analytical, dispassionate and rational. I was previously the bearer of all answers, today the bearer of all questions.

I continue to, as always, manifest my truths, only now, in stark contrast to the years of my youth, I express them knowing that they are merely my truths, of the here and now, and do not intend whatsoever to impose them on anyone else. By no means are they absolute or eternal.

The intolerants, a threat to peace:
Each individual beholds the right to think as they wish, and the unquestionable obligation to respect the thoughts of others.

Each human being has the inalienable right to freedom of expression and the liberty of thought. I claim as my own the famous words of a great thinker of the French revolution: "I abhor your views, but am prepared to give my life in defense of your right to express them".

I do not pretend to claim that men are better or worse as a result of thinking differently. Worse are the intolerant and narrow minded, the ones that discard and cannot accept the existence of ideas different to their own. The sectarians. These fanatics, irrespective of ideology are always a threat to peace, and guilty of all wars.

With regard to every individual:
I am a fervent believer in the potential of the individual. Whilst I don't believe that all men are equal, I do believe that every man has rights. All men ought to have the same opportunities, and they ought to be equal before the law. So far, these principles have been nothing but empty formulations in a plethora of preambles and national constitutions. Perhaps, one day, mankind will rectify this shortfall.

I believe everyone is the architect of their own destiny; that strong as well as weak men exist. Destinies forged by the strong tend to be more illustrious than those forged by the weak; it's a fact of life and not an injustice. I believe that you reap what you sow.

The differences to which I allude do not make us inferior or superior, merely different, unique beings. Luckily it is so.

Women:
They provide pleasure and pain. With them we ought to be honest, respectful, give as well as receive satisfaction, but always evade falling in love. When the process of falling in love reaches its inevitable end -these processes are nothing more than ephemeral chemical-hormonal reactions- the enchantment caused by 'falling in love' disappears. At that moment emerges the need for commitment, and with that commitment appears conflict and the inevitable separation.

It is better to sleep with all of them without falling in love with any of them. I think the reverse of this proposal is equally legitimate for women. "When we got married, we change the admiration of many women by the criticism of one."

The women come and go or. Alone we are born, and alone we will die. The women who give us least problems are probably, those who have more problems: those who sell themselves.

The children, the only genuine love:
I believe that women cause more problems than happiness and children more happiness than difficulties.

The only genuine and unconditional love that exists is the one we feel for our children. We generate our children and we belong to them, but they belong to themselves and to a time that is not ours. We can guide them and we can give them our opinions, but the decision-making is exclusively reserved to them, never to us.

Homosexuality:
Homosexuals should have the right to live with their inclinations and identities, but their ostentations, propaganda, or provocateurs "pride festivals" are not necessary.
I believe that they should be respected and should not be discriminated against unfairly; but I was born in a society that taught me that the natural relationships take place between men and women. I still believe that.

I think that coexistence between same-sex couples should have legal protection and civil unions should be allowed but I oppose the redefinition of matrimony. To allow them to adopt children is madness.

As legislated in practically every country in the world and indicated by all religious beliefs, according to the conscience of the big majority of human beings, according to the traditions of all societies at all times and according to what is universally accepted as natural, the institution of marriage should remain an exclusive legitimacy to the legal union between women and men. I think if we decide to redefine matrimony, we will damage family and children.

I am a feminist:
I am a feminist. I defend equal rights between men and women in all its aspects, but I disagree with the fundamentalist positions of some small groups of extreme masculinized women.

I defend equality, but I am opposed to the revanchist projects of "reversed oppression" that "the gender feminists" are looking for.

The differences between men and women are so obvious that I cannot include myself between those who proclaim equalities that I do not understand. I am not insinuating a superiority which of course does not exist, only noting the existence of irrefutable differences. Luckily it is so.

I am a "feminist of equity", but I do believe that many of these groups of women that shout through the streets, those “men haters", have harmed the purposes they claim to defend. With their extreme and absurd positions, these women have managed to "de-feminize" women. They often shout with vehemence: "men are animals" or "women who go to bed with a man are traitors to her class" at the rallies they punctually attend.

These neo-marxists, resentful, hostile, furious, who look like men and are always ugly, do not want to improve the situation for women; they are working to separate women from man.

Men must be encouraged to publicly denounce these extremists. It is our right and obligation to do so. We must regain our right to say what we think about the actions of these hysterical masculinized "gender feminists".

I say: Yes to equality of rights between men and women! Yes to equity feminism! Yes to legal and moral equality of the sexes! Yes to fair treatment for women and men! Yes to the absence of discrimination! And... No to revengims of hate-men women! No! to the declaration of war on nature led by the proponents of the "new perspective of gender feminists"!

Thirty years of Swedish and an eternity of Argentina:
I have thirty years of Swedish and an eternity of Argentina. My first country is Argentina that is the land that gave me life and the place where I grew up. Sweden is my second country. I will be eternally grateful to this wonderful country that has embraced and taken care of me since 1976, when a group of murderers and criminals illegally took possession of mine.

Sweden received me and gave me its language. In Sweden I formed a family; I learned Swedish values; I was a university leader; I became a professional; I educated their youth and enjoyed its beautiful women; I led Latin-American people in Sweden; I generated news; I was in the newspapers; I obtained professional recognition. I married, I divorced, and lived with others womans and I separated. I have two wonderful children and I made several turns around the world.

In addition to a good standard of living, Sweden gave me something basic called security. However, it never made me happy. Did I write happy? ... Does happiness exist? ...

De los suecos, lo mejor, es su capacidad de planearlo todo; lo peor, su incapacidad de modificar en algo lo planeado.

While Sweden and its society generate in my heart a profound sense of tenderness and gratitude, the love that I learned to feel as a child for Argentina and its people, has remained unchanged over the years. Despite the thousands of magnificent and unforgettable memories that I saved in Sweden during these decades, Argentina continues to be my country, because there is my childhood, my people, my language, my values, my codes, my jokes, my genes, the national song that I know, my flag and my identity.

Sweden has my body; Argentina, my soul; England, my children; Fribergaskolan my time.

Others views:
I think second place is always the first loser; I think that any past time was worse; I think nobody gives nothing for anything and I think that every man has a price: "What is lacking is not street-walkers, only financiers" from the Argentine film "Nine queens".

Mi madre

Amanda, mi querida madre

Mi abuelo y mi bisabuelo:

Mi amado abuelo Tatá, Alcides,
de niño y su padre Carlos,
mi bisabuelo. (1910) en Coronda

Mi abuela

  17 de octubre de 1976,
    adiós Argentina... o hasta
                               pronto!... Aquí con Lala, mi
                               abuela, una de las pocas
                               mujer que me amaron...

Fragmento de "A mis hermanas" de Rafael Obligado (1851–1920)

THE FALKLAND

In December 1974, 18
years before the Falklans war
in 1982, I volunteered to
recover the Falkland Islands, through a military action. This campaign was organized by
ASI Magazine

1996. Here I am with Christian trying to reach the summit of Kiliminjaro at the base of Kibo Hut at 4750 meters above sea level. At midnight we would try the final assault to the summit of this impressive mountain.

5895 meters above sea level, on "The Roof of Africa"

Between December 1991 and June 1997 I lived in Dar es Salaam, Tanzania's capital. In this period I climbed 3 times the Kilimanjaro. Kilimanjaro is the highest mountain in Africa and if we count from the center of the earth, being about Ecuador, is also the highest in the world. Kilimanjaro climb is no easy task, two of every thousand people die in the attempt. From 3000 meters is short of oxygen and becomes extremely difficult to climb. I tried three times and reached the summit on two occasions: on 19 February 1992 at 9.32 and on March 3, 1994, at 9 pm. Also tried it in 1996, but was not the same motivición and Christian who was with me had to go down, so I got a good excuse to go down and finish suffer the tortuous climb.

I recommend watching this video:

Life lesson from Randy Pausch, a professor of computer science at the
Univesidad Carnegie Mellon Pittsuburg::

¡Piu Avanti!

(Almafuerte 1854-1917)

No te des por vencido, ni aun vencido,
no te sientas esclavo, ni aun esclavo;
trémulo de pavor, piénsate bravo,
y arremete feroz, ya mal herido.
Ten el tesón del clavo enmohecido
que ya viejo y ruin, vuelve a ser clavo;
no la cobarde estupidez del pavo
que amaina su plumaje al primer ruido.
Procede como Dios que nunca llora;
o como Lucifer, que nunca reza;
o como el robledal, cuya grandeza
necesita del agua y no la implora...
Que muerda y vocifere vengadora,
ya rodando en el polvo, tu cabeza!

ALBERTO EINSTEIN ON THE CRISIS:

The positive side of things: Do not pretend that things will change if we keep doing the same.

The crisis is the greatest blessing that can happen to people and countries since the crisis brings progress. Creativity is born of anxiety as the day comes from the dark night. It is in crisis that invention, discovery and major strategies are born.

He who overcomes crisis, surpasses himself without being overcome.

To blame the crisis for failures is to neglects the own talent and respects more problems than solutions.

The real crisis is the crisis of incompetence. The problem of people and countries is laziness to find solutions to their problems.

There is no crisis without challenge, and without challenges, life is a routine, a slow death.

Without crisis there is not merit. It is in the crisis which show the very best of each one, because without crisis any wind is a caress.

Talk of crisis is to promote it, and be silent in the crisis is to exalt conformism. Instead of this we shoud work hard. Get it over with the only menacing crisis that exist: the tragedy of not wanting to fight to overcome it.

Täby today is a modern municipality with a sound economy and good prospectives for future development. Our close proximity to the capital Stockholm, the archipelago and the Baltic Sea as well as Arlanda International Airport provide many advantages. Situated approximately half way between Stockholm and Arlanda, it takes less than 20 minutes from Täby to reach either destination.

Täby has excellent public services, schools and leisure venues, very efficient transportation facilities plus an abundant and wide range of shops and other service centres.

Despite being a relatively small municipality in terms of area, Täby has a population of over 60,000 and numerous accessible areas with woods and lakes.

Under the protection of "allemansrätt" (the ancient Swedish legal right of access to private land and open country), there are ample opportunities for walking and rambling freely in our green open spaces to enjoy the countryside.

Prehistoric times are also still very much in evidence in Täby. House terraces, graves, stonewalls and old cattle tracks dating from the days when Iron Age farmers tilled their land almost 2000 years ago are still to be found in the fields. In Täby Church from the 13th Century, admirable items of interest include well-preserved ceiling paintings, by Albertus Pictor in 1480, that are imaginary and decorative. Read more...

Mario Focarile, I, and Tito Piñeiro in Necochea in 1971. "The ball under the foot and the game is our" the "fat" Jorge Silvini, our football coach at that time, used to say to us before every match.