On Thursday when I called the newsroom to report that he was sending the text to this page, I received an answer that left me stunned: - I received yesterday, is already mounted.
- But if it is now when I send?
- Is not one of the hallacas of a 4 Bs? - I questioned.
- The same.
- Well, here it is. If not you, then it is more likely that someone has leaked.
- Yes, as things stand, it is the safest - admitted as inertia. Completely stunned and bewildered slowly hung up the phone without even saying goodbye and when I still talked.
An episode so one has to sink into a deep meditation. What's happening? We know that the fate of these times is that everything can be heard, all we know, everything looks, everything is within reach of the eyes and ears of millions in an expeditious manner, instantaneous and simultaneous. The glass walls are no longer content to hear, now entrepitean and even gossip. The Latin adage "there is nothing new under the sun" should add "nor hidden that will not know" or, even worse, "to leak", it seems that there is no key or encrypted information can escape instinct exploratory, the desire to inform the human being greedy or coolness of the dreaded "hackers." You see nothing but the young Australian cyber mischief Julian Assange.
This new technologies and global information is unimaginable and wonderful. For better and for worse. I was shocked what happened months ago with the famous Britney Spears, who is a very busy girl. For that reason, I think, left his home in such a hurry they forgot to put the "bloomers" to call in their language so delicate garment. Then he got with some old classmates from high school, were taken a birritas, all healthy. Came time to board the vehicle to return home. Wearing a skirt very cortita, opened the door of his luxury car, sat down, shifted his well-turned sideways left leg and before I could do the same right to enter an endless lightning burst of camera flashes "paparazzi" cellular and other intruders. Within minutes, on a planet where, according to the International Telecommunication Union (ITU) there are 3.3 billion cell lines in service, the world was fully aware of every detail of the episode, and verse. Sure, you laugh because you can never imagine a picture of your crotch hanging in the network. And every color.
But neither imagined the State Department to see so many intimate (and other governments) shamelessly displayed in the open, many indiscretions thrown to the wind, angering friends and enemies, so broken pate, card for card, much work would have cost balance. Not to enter personal details revealed because just think of the Libyan leader Khadafi, with his hat and look so serious, choosing facial wrinkle which to apply the botox, is to uproot the laughter.
The Wikileaks 251 000 cables are not a "leak" but a stream that can be driven to the gates of a dam. So far it has unleashed a cyberwar. USA declared haunted by Assange, it by the rule, by pressing the closure of its Web hosting, freeze his bank accounts and make search by Interpol. In retaliation panas Asssange some hackers attack and collapse the web credit cards that did not receive grants . In turn, two beautiful Swedish say they are the ones harassed because Assange Oh, no! was launched to "sex by surprise."
Wikileaks has also played the boss. Clear that in the midst of so much information, someone is always clueless. The janitor, who with the work have given the rains did not have time or just watch TV and hear "guikilik, guikilik" I asked,
- Look, a journalist, how is it the gringo who stole a liquiliques my major?
I explained to him what he had been introduced in the closet were not liquiliques, but two hundred fluxes.
- but he had a liquiliques, though no longer puts. Must be because he has gained about three sizes - was his deduction.
around here had written it when the phone rang.
- You're late, send the thing you're going to be left out!
- But I said that already it had been leaked?
- "Are you stupid? Do you think you are Michael Jackson who has yet to filter through the network the songs before leaving the discs on the market?
- if it was fuck how did you know what the hallaca!
- Chamo, who sends you to be anticipating the issues?
- Ah, no, but is that now I have another ... Put this and leaves the hallaca for next week!
- Dale, which is the same pod ... Clack!
(Published in the newspaper Tal Cual on Sunday December 12, 2010)
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