Trekking in Torres del Paine

   This picture represent an special moment in my life because it was my first visit to Torres del Paine.

   One year ago, my boyfriend gave me a Valentine's gift: a weekend in National Park Torres del Paine. I was very excited because I don't like traditional gifts and specially be a cliche couple having a romantic moment only for this marketing day and my boyfriend knew that. 

   With an extension of 9 kilometers, all the way was uphill. In my case the first 3 kilometers were the hardest, it cost me a lot to get used, actually I've never get used. 

   That day had 30 degrees that got harder my resistance, but the advantage was that in all the way had streams and thanks to that I could drank water all day. 

   After 4 kilometers we had our first stop in "Chilenito camp", we rest only for a few minutes and immediately continue our journey because our limit was arrive at 4 pm, enjoy one hour in the pick and return at 5 pm, with this we could have sun for all the 4 hours that we needed for the return. 

    At 1 pm I was close to the top and I was tired, thirsty and angry with my boyfriend for cheering me with word like: "Come on, hurry. Women can't do this", "Why I gave you this travel?", "My mom can do that better than you". I only want to kill him but when we arrived he told me that It was a physiological strategy for me, and it worked, thanks to that I made it.

   Under the 4 picks It was a lagoon containing glacier water, we noted this when I jumped and scream for the extremely low temperature, despite that I swan for almost 15 minutes, the best experience ever.     

                                                                                                                            April 15th, class 5

          The first image that we have after listen or read this words it´s "race" and "poverty". These two things are the principal topic of discrimination which are focused in third world countries.

           After this we can ask ourselves, Can we found discrimination in a society where the majority of the population are white, and where extreme poverty it's not the same if we compare our realitie with third world countries?. I think that yes we can, however it doesn't present in the same way because the population has all their basic needs covered,  in the manner that, discrimitation is present in a particular way, on one hand we have the case of the high social class, along with the other end which is the poorest class. In both cases it's easy identify the principal topic that it's used for discriminate, but what happens with the working class?.
          This sector doesn't belong of any extreme class, and from an economic point of view, they can afford many thing which are considered luxury but at the same time thay can't afford other things because they are too expensive.
          I want to emphasize this last notion because it raises questions, starting for: Are they discriminated despite the fact of being close to both socio economic realities?. The answer is curious: this group suffers differente kind of violence from the extreme parts, this leads to a social response of the working class, leads to a necessity of identity as can be seen in the first generation of college graduates from a working class family. 

        

        I was born on June 4th of 1988 in Rancagua, and I grew up in the same city for 19 years.

        My mother's name is Cecilia and she is a single mom, however that fact gave me a singular education in many sense, starting with my formal education  at the age of 2 with kinder garden for the only reason that I was bored. That was only the beginning. 

        All my childhood was simple, first, I am only child, my cousins live in Europe and I was the only child living in the street. That last thing defined me in some saw, I learned to create all kind of games and activities, specially make thing with my on hand and take my mom's tools, that another important thing. 

      My mom has a singular job, she studied mechanic and since 1989 she work fixing cars, so my environment was very particular: sometime I helped my mom in some thing, for example I use to sit in the car's trunk while my mom was under the car, other situation was when I was 15, my mom pull me from bed, forced me to go to a car that was parking on the street ( I was wearing a giant purple pyjama) and told me: ' When I tell you, you'll turn on the car and accelerate", so I did it. That moment I met my future first boyfriend, wearing a pyjama....

           

          In 2008 I get in law School, and for the next 4 years I lived in that city. That time of my life was very different, It's a different placed compared with Facso.