long ago 35 or more years, possibly less, do not remember, but in 1972 Millaray reach the radio, I never imagined my life would be like today. I'm not unhappy with the results, I joined friends, I've gone along and been a guide at the start of routes as certain or uncertain as mine, in communications. Not surprisingly
life happens.
All this because:
few days ago I went from my home (in Curanilahue) toward the area of \u200b\u200bSan Ramon, in the commune of Tirúa to see a friend, Carlos Santi Llebul, 18, student of Tourism and radio announcer controller (DJ would say today) of radio station 103.1 fm stereo Lafquenche Rakiduam. After passing
Cañete and visit my parents, sister and grandparents in the cemetery, take some photographs commissioned by Francisco went on my way.
The asphalt soft, supple, quiet guided me to my destination. That same route for 30-odd years was huevillo stone, dusty in summer, impassable mud in winter. Today the all-embracing modernity. Carabineros stops my way, controls the vehicle documents, all right, I'm on my way.
sounds on the radio of the car, typical in my (inherited from my father) Mexican music while traveling. San Ramon I expected. Lleu Lleu Lake, the same that appears in the national press with so many negative news. Personally I have always gone well, I have no complaints, even when years ago I traveled by foot to Miquihue to interview some Mapuche shot, open conflict. Ate rich meal. Today
will visit a radio, a radio nothing more and nothing less than the shores of Lake ... so remember my early days, when radio was the only Millaray (UNICO) means by which people communicated sector. Today, thanks to the efforts of a small group of people the industry has a voice. "A dream, an idea, a sacrifice," as we say its director.
"We do not make money, get up, go through the radio, we make our turn and go to work" - add - "We left our work, we turn to the radio and then to the house." This
a daily routine. Some young people studying in other areas come the weekend, not rest. Carlos is one of them who lives several miles of bicycle radio and moved daily to do their "work." "Even if it rains," he says. Rakiduam
Lafquenche, a voice, a sense of the Mapuche people of the area of \u200b\u200bSan Ramon.
never imagined that I would be waiting. Greetings, hugs and laughter. We are among people from radio. We are not among Mapuche and Chilean people are among radio. "We announce your visit, we want to interview" the director tells me.
I already feel uncomfortable do not like formalities. The generous hand that extends and tightens the greeting strongly, as used in the field, frankly, not the fingertips.
conversations, do not know. But it was an enjoyable, entertaining, with freedom, kind, friendly, microphone in front was a coincidence. Speaking of friends ... and we met for five minutes.
A radio in the middle of nowhere. Or in the middle of everything? Of a people struggling every day for him. Yes? Right? I do not know.
Just remember that for 30-odd years had only a radio voice of the people ... Today each town or place has its own voice. Is modernity arriving and anti-globalization, freedom of the people who do not want to lose the voice that kept warning. It's
live radio, live longer than ever and takes over the axiom of being "the voice of the voiceless." Rakiduam Lafquenche Congratulations "your radio" in the heart of the town of Tirúa.
