Friday, March 4, 2011

Iron Rich Foods For Pregnant Women

The Sodality of Truth (by José Enrique Escardó)

A month ago, the communicator José Enrique Escardó collected in his blog "The fifth foot of the cat" a series of articles published for over 10 years or so, in which he tells very specifically the abuses that he and other children were subjected during their stay in the Sodality.

Many have not had the fortune to read his articles in 2000, so thank Jose Enrique has decided to republish them.
"In subsequent editions of" The Five Foot Gato "will present a summary of the things that made me pass the priests when I was studying with them. I will tell you how I first put a blade neck, how did I sleep on the stairs, how I hid in the bathroom when my family came to see me, how did I bathe in the winter sea ice in the morning despite being very sick, how I did run giving me of shovels in the legs and more to all my readers indignant. " JEES
With these lines closed his post " Lights on the scandal in the Sodality ", a publication that not only generated curiosity of the media and others, but also generated an unprecedented number of threats from anonymous supporters of the Sodality, threats aimed not only against himself but against his daughter.

All this reminds me of the threats I received in 2009 in my post "open response " (read the comments, some are so ridiculous that make you laugh instead of fear).

Needless to say, I leave here links to articles written by Jose Enrique, do not stop reading.

The Sodality of truth (Part I)
The Sodality of Truth (Part II)
The Sodality of truth (Part III)
Figari: That the Christian God forgive you.

And for good measure, here's a video lamula.pe in which Danae Rivadeneyra Escardó talks with Jose Enrique, Pedro Salinas and James Martin, an anthropologist who specializes in religious studies and closed groups.




Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Pea Sized Lump Above Adam's Apple

Cuba is not like to leave. Sharks fatter

Cuba is not like the leaves, one by one they are decimating the land empty. When you walk its streets full of memories, all of them and worn hanging on clotheslines, I will seek to retain it only for a sip of miracle every step walked in the streets, trails and ponds.
will visit just to sit under a palm tree next to the sun and smell the grass again, once again drink spring water, waking up with the roosters and greet and laugh ... once again.