[Music]
and
this video lasts 37 seconds
only 37 seconds
we are the argentinian rosary
It’s August 2013
the gas leak
the explosion collapses 22 dead maybe
the biggest tragedy in argentina
and I could only record 37 seconds
at that time I do not know why I stopped
record or maybe when the time passed
could he get some kind of response
only 37 seconds
4
a journalist is
a camera with eyes
that comes out of its comfort place
to get uncomfortable
that says leila guerriero the great
Argentinian chronicler and it is strange the
journalists prepare a lifetime
to go out and tell something that is not yet
occurred
and many times are tragedies are
limited moments
that August morning I was in my
house 6 or 7 blocks from the place of
I heard the explosion I was writing
I moved about ten centimeters towards
behind
I thought that maybe one could have fallen
beam of a building under construction in
In front of my house I looked out the window
I saw nothing
I kept writing until they started
sound the sirens of firefighters and
the ambulances
at that moment I receive a call
of writing a good medium
airs
they ask me what it was that was
going
I read a tweet the first tweet talked about
a boiler of the explosion of a
caldera and I had my backpack ready
as always a notebook for notes
a photo camera a recorder
that day I was going to interview the leader of
the palm trees just
they were taking a course like a band
of cumbia could be transformed into a
SME
and reality changes abruptly
I started walking already when I got to the
street balcarce and brawn at the height of
balcarce dining room you could see the glasses
broken
and I cut the signal that disconnected
with that means
was going to be a coverage without knowing for
what medium was going to be working
when it comes to jump and balcarce still
there were no fences had happened to very
little time
I reached the corner that most walks in my
lifetime
because in my student days I lived
there in that building in salt and balcarce
the protagonists of the tragedy were
my own neighbors the knee brace the
pharmaceutical
I had never seen so many people in a state
of shock
I myself was in a state of shock and
absolutely lost the dimension of
time and space
I do not know how much time just happened
until I managed to get the first
testimony and it was a living testimony
in the midst of so much death a colleague
it tells me there is a survivor
I was with mom and the girlfriend
I get close
the girlfriend tells me I’m an impertinent
he was right that we do the journalists
I re bring until franco
approached
and he told me part of what had happened
there discover the history of the man who
he woke up on the edge of the cliff
Franco’s mother and girlfriend move
with the impulse that pushes the
desperation go and move between the
broken wires broken glass
echoes of an opening roar the
panorama is bleak
the journalists we look for a number the
number of deaths that gives us the magnitude
real cases say 20 30 40 as if
the tragedy was a lottery
family members who run up jumps and
gold they do not want to see touch and embrace their
loved ones
Florence and Eugenia do not want
franco is on the list that we look for
Franco journalists go to the village of a
balcony that does not exist frank screams that
he is alive because he lives
in the frank life lottery only
has a blood stain on the
tragedies there are no morals in the
tragedies there are no stereotypes for good
there are no bad tragedies are
tautological are tragedies
a year earlier in 2012 when it
It was the 18th anniversary of the
attack to the amia had touched me
investigate about rescue protocols
because I wanted to tell the story of
Alejandro a friend a triathlete
in triathlon there are values in the
triathlon pain is administered in the
triathlon
efe
and there is resistance alexander
was my partner in the triathlon there
the 90s when there were still no
Isotonic drinks or shoes with
air chamber the memories always with
a shirt that said to death of
triathlon
that July morning
of the cadet in the amia arrived
He took the elevator as always
and I did not know what was going to happen
Alejandro still does not know what will be
rescued by the firefighters that his mother
will see it on television without recognizing what
that will be transferred urgently that
will be accommodated in room 6.115
who suffered multiple fracture of warm and
fibula in the right leg that the
poetry in the letter is already
writing and that beyond the elevator
and his terrible personal story outside
there is a real hell the elevator does not
is divine punishment is the beginning of the
miracle was in another April but in 95
that Alejandro went back to participate was in
the chascomús triathlon and during the
test got rid of the crutches when
there were still some kilometers to go
to arrive was not necessary the music of
vangelis Alejandro returned
why do we tell the stories that
we narrated
francs and alejandro
two proper names franco and alejandro
two survivors my old roberto
he creates medical doctor of town in colon
province of buenos aires they said the
doctor of the poor there was more
bicycles in my old doctor’s office
that in the hospital he remembers
he always told me a story was a
great storyteller who
studied at the public university of
buenos aires in the 50s
he shared some days with the
pediatrician florencio escardó
florencio escardó had a great idea very
simple but very innovative
in the hospitals where the
children’s beds sent out the
numbers
and replaced them with the names of the
guys then I was not the patient of
bed 1 of bed 4 of bed 5 were
pedro lucía jose was a franc were
far away
and we in the media talk about
cases how many times do we need to put
name people to
protagonists of our stories
in the media there are certain truths
absolute that are unquestionable and you
what do I say that works in chronic
television for 4 years and sometimes we
we ask unnecessary questions
and I want to tell you something else
absolute truths are the name of the
audience the name of you there is a
boasting
people want morbid
we do not need titles that generate
impacts is like that
but they want that we think we are
listening to media managers
need we need to see a corpse in
the cover of a newspaper we somo
chroniclers when we are on the street
many times we have data that are very
once it happened to me that I had a
data a dead person in a meeting of
bills
in the western zone of rosario
when I arrive at the place with my
cameraman carlos
we realized that that was not the case
It was the story of Mercedes Slim
a social militant
murdered by narco bullets
and when we arrived at the community center
your companions
they asked a question because they come
now yes here we play with the
children , we feed him
even they take communion
but they come now
because the journalists are late
now there are yellow and white pennants
hanging from another celebration there
tears and hugs that contain the
tear there are prayers with articles
babbling impotences verbs in the past
There are nuns, children, leading workers
guilds children and compañeras there
posters with drawings and wishes pasted on
the concrete walls there are songs
curled loudly there is a closed coffin
with a dead woman of two shots there’s
a community a neighborhood a group of
militant women jugglers moms
who speak whisper and raise the words
how can they try to reconstruct what
what happened a few hours ago the crime
of mercedes delgado the stories do not
they begin when the narrator arrives and
the stories continue when the
narrators we left
as chroniclers we should get there before
I could never meet thin mercedes
and maybe we should be the last ones in
go once
I was covering a color note like that
we call those news on TV
more pastors had come a bitch
know in this vehicle that it serves to
go cleaning the tracks and we
we inaugurated a technological system that
it was cutting edge at that time that
were the 3g cameras with which
we could come out live what we do
now with cell phones all the time
in the middle of that note my son fulfilled
two years I baptized and I took advantage
send a greeting live and live
When I arrived at my house I asked
I say baptize you saw dad greeting you
for the birthday if dad did not listen to it
that I told you clearly
I had not heard it and could not
lie to him
journalism needs to develop
more senses
we need a lot more journalism
sensory several years ago more than ten
I had to interview an ex-combatant
of the Malvinas
I was my son’s age when
happened malvinas was eight years old
in the interview I got really excited
and when I finish my boss I wonder
it says you got emotionally not sure yes you had
want to hug him yes and why not
do you get yourself maybe by the
professionalism objectivity
journalistic to maintain a
equidistance
maybe journalism needs this
no more hugs
many years passed that
interview the ex- combatant another
survivor
until the tragedy of almost
jumps
on the third or fourth day I was also
going live for a channel
TV
and in a moment they unfolded a flag
with two words and a symbol
words were thanks firemen and a
heart
at that moment
we get closer to a bar that
it worked in some way like a
containment center and on the wall there was
legends
messages from school boys
primary school for firefighters and
rescuers
at that time I could read them live and
give them a big hug maybe the hug
that the whole country wanted to give
where to start
who will ask something that is
testimony and collect in my years of
television producer had a boss who
journalists complaining about covering
notes of small contribution told them you’re not going
to have one of mine every day
those are the easy notes to make
where in blocks you have a story
as I got closer and closer to the place
of the disaster I remembered that phrase
in each face there was a story by
tell is strange adrenaline that
we segregate journalists at moments
extremes generated contradictions in me
sunset was in my neighborhood my neighbors
they were the protagonists of having
said your former boss that there you have your amia
but I do not want to tell tragedies
of journalism
we need to transform it
with more social journalism
we can not count on reality
we need to change that reality
narrated we need to tear down the walls
of the newsrooms
we need to do journalism with the
people
of each of the people the
protagonists of the stories always
I learned something like for example with
compañeras de mercedes delgado with
Alejandra with Frank or
with your autistic son with my old man and
that story of florencio escardó de
we all take something hopefully sometime
we can reverse from the journalism
that question because they come now and
modify it for a thanks for coming
thanks for coming to all of you
[Applause]
[Music]
i
and
this video lasts 37 seconds
only 37 seconds
we are the argentinian rosary
It’s August 2013
the gas leak
the explosion collapses 22 dead maybe
the biggest tragedy in argentina
and I could only record 37 seconds
at that time I do not know why I stopped
record or maybe when the time passed
could he get some kind of response
only 37 seconds
4
a journalist is
a camera with eyes
that comes out of its comfort place
to get uncomfortable
that says leila guerriero the great
Argentinian chronicler and it is strange the
journalists prepare a lifetime
to go out and tell something that is not yet
occurred
and many times are tragedies are
limited moments
that August morning I was in my
house 6 or 7 blocks from the place of
I heard the explosion I was writing
I moved about ten centimeters towards
behind
I thought that maybe one could have fallen
beam of a building under construction in
In front of my house I looked out the window
I saw nothing
I kept writing until they started
sound the sirens of firefighters and
the ambulances
at that moment I receive a call
of writing a good medium
airs
they ask me what it was that was
going
I read a tweet the first tweet talked about
a boiler of the explosion of a
caldera and I had my backpack ready
as always a notebook for notes
a photo camera a recorder
that day I was going to interview the leader of
the palm trees just
they were taking a course like a band
of cumbia could be transformed into a
SME
and reality changes abruptly
I started walking already when I got to the
street balcarce and brawn at the height of
balcarce dining room you could see the glasses
broken
and I cut the signal that disconnected
with that means
was going to be a coverage without knowing for
what medium was going to be working
when it comes to jump and balcarce still
there were no fences had happened to very
little time
I reached the corner that most walks in my
lifetime
because in my student days I lived
there in that building in salt and balcarce
the protagonists of the tragedy were
my own neighbors the knee brace the
pharmaceutical
I had never seen so many people in a state
of shock
I myself was in a state of shock and
absolutely lost the dimension of
time and space
I do not know how much time just happened
until I managed to get the first
testimony and it was a living testimony
in the midst of so much death a colleague
it tells me there is a survivor
I was with mom and the girlfriend
I get close
the girlfriend tells me I’m an impertinent
he was right that we do the journalists
I re bring until franco
approached
and he told me part of what had happened
there discover the history of the man who
he woke up on the edge of the cliff
Franco’s mother and girlfriend move
with the impulse that pushes the
desperation go and move between the
broken wires broken glass
echoes of an opening roar the
panorama is bleak
the journalists we look for a number the
number of deaths that gives us the magnitude
real cases say 20 30 40 as if
the tragedy was a lottery
family members who run up jumps and
gold they do not want to see touch and embrace their
loved ones
Florence and Eugenia do not want
franco is on the list that we look for
Franco journalists go to the village of a
balcony that does not exist frank screams that
he is alive because he lives
in the frank life lottery only
has a blood stain on the
tragedies there are no morals in the
tragedies there are no stereotypes for good
there are no bad tragedies are
tautological are tragedies
a year earlier in 2012 when it
It was the 18th anniversary of the
attack to the amia had touched me
investigate about rescue protocols
because I wanted to tell the story of
Alejandro a friend a triathlete
in triathlon there are values in the
triathlon pain is administered in the
triathlon
efe
and there is resistance alexander
was my partner in the triathlon there
the 90s when there were still no
Isotonic drinks or shoes with
air chamber the memories always with
a shirt that said to death of
triathlon
that July morning
of the cadet in the amia arrived
He took the elevator as always
and I did not know what was going to happen
Alejandro still does not know what will be
rescued by the firefighters that his mother
will see it on television without recognizing what
that will be transferred urgently that
will be accommodated in room 6.115
who suffered multiple fracture of warm and
fibula in the right leg that the
poetry in the letter is already
writing and that beyond the elevator
and his terrible personal story outside
there is a real hell the elevator does not
is divine punishment is the beginning of the
miracle was in another April but in 95
that Alejandro went back to participate was in
the chascomús triathlon and during the
test got rid of the crutches when
there were still some kilometers to go
to arrive was not necessary the music of
vangelis Alejandro returned
why do we tell the stories that
we narrated
francs and alejandro
two proper names franco and alejandro
two survivors my old roberto
he creates medical doctor of town in colon
province of buenos aires they said the
doctor of the poor there was more
bicycles in my old doctor’s office
that in the hospital he remembers
he always told me a story was a
great storyteller who
studied at the public university of
buenos aires in the 50s
he shared some days with the
pediatrician florencio escardó
florencio escardó had a great idea very
simple but very innovative
in the hospitals where the
children’s beds sent out the
numbers
and replaced them with the names of the
guys then I was not the patient of
bed 1 of bed 4 of bed 5 were
pedro lucía jose was a franc were
far away
and we in the media talk about
cases how many times do we need to put
name people to
protagonists of our stories
in the media there are certain truths
absolute that are unquestionable and you
what do I say that works in chronic
television for 4 years and sometimes we
we ask unnecessary questions
and I want to tell you something else
absolute truths are the name of the
audience the name of you there is a
boasting
people want morbid
we do not need titles that generate
impacts is like that
but they want that we think we are
listening to media managers
need we need to see a corpse in
the cover of a newspaper we somo
chroniclers when we are on the street
many times we have data that are very
once it happened to me that I had a
data a dead person in a meeting of
bills
in the western zone of rosario
when I arrive at the place with my
cameraman carlos
we realized that that was not the case
It was the story of Mercedes Slim
a social militant
murdered by narco bullets
and when we arrived at the community center
your companions
they asked a question because they come
now yes here we play with the
children , we feed him
even they take communion
but they come now
because the journalists are late
now there are yellow and white pennants
hanging from another celebration there
tears and hugs that contain the
tear there are prayers with articles
babbling impotences verbs in the past
There are nuns, children, leading workers
guilds children and compañeras there
posters with drawings and wishes pasted on
the concrete walls there are songs
curled loudly there is a closed coffin
with a dead woman of two shots there’s
a community a neighborhood a group of
militant women jugglers moms
who speak whisper and raise the words
how can they try to reconstruct what
what happened a few hours ago the crime
of mercedes delgado the stories do not
they begin when the narrator arrives and
the stories continue when the
narrators we left
as chroniclers we should get there before
I could never meet thin mercedes
and maybe we should be the last ones in
go once
I was covering a color note like that
we call those news on TV
more pastors had come a bitch
know in this vehicle that it serves to
go cleaning the tracks and we
we inaugurated a technological system that
it was cutting edge at that time that
were the 3g cameras with which
we could come out live what we do
now with cell phones all the time
in the middle of that note my son fulfilled
two years I baptized and I took advantage
send a greeting live and live
When I arrived at my house I asked
I say baptize you saw dad greeting you
for the birthday if dad did not listen to it
that I told you clearly
I had not heard it and could not
lie to him
journalism needs to develop
more senses
we need a lot more journalism
sensory several years ago more than ten
I had to interview an ex-combatant
of the Malvinas
I was my son’s age when
happened malvinas was eight years old
in the interview I got really excited
and when I finish my boss I wonder
it says you got emotionally not sure yes you had
want to hug him yes and why not
do you get yourself maybe by the
professionalism objectivity
journalistic to maintain a
equidistance
maybe journalism needs this
no more hugs
many years passed that
interview the ex- combatant another
survivor
until the tragedy of almost
jumps
on the third or fourth day I was also
going live for a channel
TV
and in a moment they unfolded a flag
with two words and a symbol
words were thanks firemen and a
heart
at that moment
we get closer to a bar that
it worked in some way like a
containment center and on the wall there was
legends
messages from school boys
primary school for firefighters and
rescuers
at that time I could read them live and
give them a big hug maybe the hug
that the whole country wanted to give
where to start
who will ask something that is
testimony and collect in my years of
television producer had a boss who
journalists complaining about covering
notes of small contribution told them you’re not going
to have one of mine every day
those are the easy notes to make
where in blocks you have a story
as I got closer and closer to the place
of the disaster I remembered that phrase
in each face there was a story by
tell is strange adrenaline that
we segregate journalists at moments
extremes generated contradictions in me
sunset was in my neighborhood my neighbors
they were the protagonists of having
said your former boss that there you have your amia
but I do not want to tell tragedies
of journalism
we need to transform it
with more social journalism
we can not count on reality
we need to change that reality
narrated we need to tear down the walls
of the newsrooms
we need to do journalism with the
people
of each of the people the
protagonists of the stories always
I learned something like for example with
compañeras de mercedes delgado with
Alejandra with Frank or
with your autistic son with my old man and
that story of florencio escardó de
we all take something hopefully sometime
we can reverse from the journalism
that question because they come now and
modify it for a thanks for coming
thanks for coming to all of you
[Applause]
[Music]
i
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