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RESTREPO VALENCIA Jhonatan wins the 7th Stage of Tour du Rwanda 2020, Kigali - Nyamirambo. 29 February 2020
RESTREPO VALENCIA Jhonatan wins the 6th Stage of Tour du Rwanda 2020, Musanze - Muhanga . 28 February 2020
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Nació en Bogotá (1950) publicó en 1986 su primer libro, Historia de un entusiasmo (Aguilar, 2005), al que siguieron La Isla de la Pasión (1989, Alfaguara, 2005 y 2014), Leopardo al sol (1993, Alfaguara, 2005 y 2014), Dulce compañía (1995, Alfaguara, 2005 y 2015), La novia oscura (1999, Alfaguara, 2005 y 2015), La multitud errante (2001 y 2016), Olor a rosas invisibles (2002, Alfaguara, 2008), Delirio (Premio Alfaguara 2004), Demasiados héroes (Alfaguara, 2009 y 2015), Hot sur (2013) y Pecado (2016).
Sus novelas han sido traducidas a más de veinte idiomas y han merecido varias distinciones, entre las que se cuentan el Premio Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz de novela escrita por mujeres, el Premio Alfaguara de novela 2004, el Prix France Culture, premio de la crítica francesa a la mejor novela extranjera publicada en Francia en 1998, el Premio Arzobispo Juan de San Clemente 2003 y el premio Grinzane Cavour 2006 a la mejor novela extranjera publicada en Italia.
Fue becaria de la Fundación Guggenheim en 2006 y es profesora emérita de la Universidad de Cornell, en Estados Unidos.
Soldiers from the U.S. Army First Battalion, 26th Infantry take defensive positions at firebase Restrepo after receiving fire from Taliban positions in the Korengal Valley of Afghanistan's Kunar Province on Monday May 11, 2009. Spc. Zachary Boyd of Fort Worth, TX, far left was wearing 'I love NY' boxer shorts after rushing from his sleeping quarters to join his fellow platoon members. From far right is Spc. Cecil Montgomery of Many, LA and Jordan Custer of Spokan, WA, center. (AP Photo/David Guttenfelder)
A museum of ‘trash’
Evan Pheiffer
June 19, 2014
On a quiet corner in the neighborhood of Teusaquillo, there is a house that stands out. From afar, it looks as though it’s been visited by some disaster. Where the windows should be is nothing but black and bilious matter. A monster of sorts is eating away at the tree. Upon closer inspection, you realize it’s just trash – lots of it and everywhere. Scattered about the yard, hanging from the trees, pouring out of the windows, draped from the roof. Welcome to Bogotá’s ‘Museo de la Basura.’
Good intentions aside, it is less of a museum than a creepy backyard from a depopulated American suburb after the factory shut down and went to Mexico. Headless dolls and empty whiskey bottles dot the yard: it is the stuff of dystopian dreams. Had it not been sunny and warm when I visited, I might have been less keen on entering this dark, musty den that serves as the museum’s “reception.” But the door – a tattered, gray plastic trash-bag – was open when I arrived, and the voice inside invited me in.
Down one set of makeshift stairs and up another, you still have to climb a ladder to get to the second floor. Your correspondent is a relatively large individual, so this was no easy task. Among the waste bins, clocks, cardboard boxes, broken brooms, beads, dirty bras and rusty bug repellent cans it is hard to distinguish between so many discarded and meaningless objects.
That is the point of the “museum”: to warn people of the infinite stores of objects that are produced and consumed without a second thought. At the rate we’re going, the museum’s founder and chief inhabitant claims, before long the entire planet will resemble the Museum of Trash.
Upstairs the air is foul and cramped. Two men are sitting in the dark: one is young, bespectacled, clean cut and playing the guitar. It feels like he’s cutting class to hang out with the cooler, older bad kids. Across from him is a man with dreadlocks streaming from his head and beard. His glasses are broken and ducktaped back together; he wears them upside down.
Francisco Antonio Zea Restrepo, is the founder, owner and chief curator of the Museum of Trash. Legs spread, tummy out and bottom firmly sunk into the couch, he and the battered sofa appear as if one. It’s early on a Wednesday afternoon and Zea sips warm whiskey and soda. He offers me one. How could I say no?
Born in Medellín, Francisco moved to Bogotá at 18 to study business ad- ministration at a prestigious university. Though – in his words – a privileged descendent of marauding Spaniards, he grew weary of a “neoliberal education. Determined to “live a different kind of life,” he dropped out and moved to Paris at age 23. For seven years, he took classes at the Sorbonne and the École Nationale Supérieure des Arts Décoratifs and squatted in abandoned factories around town. When he came to the realization that if he stayed in Paris, he would “never be more than a poor and mediocre painter,” he returned home.
The idea of amassing other people’s rubbish dawned on him over time. A child of the ecological movements of the 1970s, Francisco also found inspiration in the work of “that Franco-American,” (Henry David) Thoreau.
Returning from France in the 1980s, he first opened a tertulia – a literary salon of sorts – in La Candelaria. The moment he started hanging trash from the win- dows, however, the neighbors had him evicted. From there he tried his hand for several years in Medellín and Cartagena. Run out of the first by paramilitaries, he was driven from the second by local government authorities: no one in Colombia’s pristine cities seemed to like the scent of hot, discarded plastic roasting in the sun. Ever headstrong, he returned to the capital.
By no means were things easier in Bogotá. Home to the local offices of many political parties, two Evangelical churches, the Colombian Confederation of Workers and a generic English- language institute within a block
Museo de la basura (Museum of Garbage)
Sin duda alguna, este espacio ubicado en el Barrio La Soledad, es el museo más curioso que se puede encontrar en Bogotá. La casa de Antonio, su dueño, es un lugar estrecho, oscuro, de mal olor y literalmente lleno de lo que nosotros consideramos basura. La experiencia de visitar este museo, más que un recorrido, es una reflexión que Antonio realiza acerca de los diferentes elementos que consume el ser humano y que en algún momento se vuelven basura, aunque para él son bienes innecesarios y desde el principio son basura.
En la casa se pueden ver, tanto en el piso como colgando del techo, desde llantas, electrodomésticos y zapatos viejos; hasta botellas desocupadas, cajas de condones y pedazos destrozados de una cama. Entre toda esta basura "de colección", el tesoro de Antonio es su secretaria: una muñeca "muy atrevida" que viste únicamente una falda y él la adecuó para que le sirviera de esfero.
RESTREPO VALENCIA Jhonatan wins the 6th Stage of Tour du Rwanda 2020, Musanze - Muhanga . 28 February 2020
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