SALVADOR ALLENDE

I remember September 11, 1973, somber day on which America instigated a coup d’etat to knock down the peace-loving and democratic revolutionwhich had been built in my faraway country Chile
by eliminating its President of the Republic, Salvador Allende, that “son-of-a-bitch” as Richard Nixon liked to refer to him.
I will never forget the brutality of the dictatorship then put into place for more than 17 years of suffering, death, exile and the suppressing of memory.
The guilty so clearly are that they ended up blaming the victims, as if everything had only been the nightmare of a dreamer named Salvador Allende.
The urge to return to this atypical man, revolutionary and fanatic of democracy to the point of suicide, came over me for obvious historical reasons, but also for its cruel actua