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NEIGHBORHOOD IN RUINS OF THE PAST ROJAS MAGALLANES STREET EAST (PART III): THE BACKGROUND OF "LICHO"

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We have reviewed two previous entries, the last vestiges of rural and peasant commune of La Florida, in the eastern section of the street Rojas Magallanes, the whereabouts 18: the House of Adobes located at the corner of Avenida La Florida and the remains of giant eucalyptus trees that were above this road, where is now the Plaza de la Villa Rojas Magallanes. A

those remote days, was born an old inn in the sector folk then higher as the end of this eastern section Rojas Magallanes Avenue, almost on the shore of San Carlos Canal Street after the current Santa Victoria amid the same wild and insecure land dominated by the strongest of the local fauna and earn more reckless.

Territory of mussels huasos field and armed drunken parronero whip and knife, we would say, but today will not appear.

not clear when we got up the room: some say a hundred years ago, when it would have enabled the trails along the canal, and other residents believe it was in the fifties, after the land loteados Councillor who had belonged to Mario and his wife Marta Zañartu Undurraga, whose house is now occupied by Mountain College Quincentenary headquarters, located right in front of the place of the inn. In this old house Zañartu, incidentally, signed the decree creating the Municipality Florida, in 1890, after the creation of the commune.

Strategically located at the last of huasos and riders going to or coming from the bush Media Luna is still conducted in Florida, along the canal, the local bricks, tiles and logs to the bands of horses of the visitors, began to become very attractive in the second half of the century, arriving there some residents of the environment, the pawns of the estates and workers in the surrounding fields, all huasos accustomed to the hard life insurance and also to fight barehanded.

The owner of the inn, known as The Licho , converted into a quaint local inn that remained open all year, with cuisine and offer tremendous amounts of alcohol to diners: chicha, Pipeño, wine, etc. . With time came the beer and other alternatives to partying.

Huge pipes, pots and ornaments typically rustic decorating inside the room, where everything was old, almost anachronistic. For music, often played folk circuit artists almost unknown to the official culture of the masses, and one other teacher to sweeten the atmosphere cuequero dispelling bad energy prosecuted. A small but prolific grapevine under the eaves often served as a railing for drunk and, if not, tipping bodies they were already KO.

Licho The local turned her into a sort of chingana all periods of Fiestas Patrias. It was a time when strangers were relatively more welcome than in the rest of the year, since the inn was filled with all the dregs of society down: mussels, laborers, prostitutes, transvestites and even beggars. But alcohol always hovered in these boundaries did his part, and the quarrel would soon reappear, as in the worst moments of our colonial life or Republican.

Anyway, then, the ranch ended up being the scene of huge fights those days in September, therefore, and one of them almost come stabbed my friends John and the Guaton , but for the extraordinary pair of good fighters that both could be in those years and enabled them to contain a mass of assailants escaped after jumping fences, to a stockpile of gravel from a nearby owner, after a hellish night of persecution. I remember how a few days of this experience, we published a poster making mockery of his adventure, with caricatures of both involved as actors in an imaginary movie entitled "Two fists against the Licho Fonda" , to paraphrase the film "Two fists River" of Terence Hill and Bud Spencer.

Unable to feel discouraged by these dangers, John returned to visit the restaurant several times. And it would, again, history between the farmhands who do not know and then sought to test its fighting capabilities in these cold rooms and chipped bricks. One way that some of the most obnoxious customers had to bring the fights, was stepping on the foot of a visitor as he looked defiant in the face, or accidental collisions by simulating past their doors or hallways. Unfortunately for them they were wrong every time they tried to do similar experiments with a fighter almost vernacular, as was John, bred and raised in the same harsh environment.

Over time, the completed developments to bring the gospel to those landscapes brave and the bad reputation of the inn and its surroundings are left with the foxes, snakes, Chile and the swallows were also run on that side of town, with the appearance of neighborhoods. Currently, the San Carlos Canal Street is outlined by Sanchez Fontecilla, from which extend the new villas on the grounds of the old vineyards. The landscape is, therefore, unrecognizable from what we saw in those years the domain of ferocity.

The Licho died in the nineties, as calculated, leaving the premises to his daughter Bernadette, a friendly little lady who, in general, was quite respected by residents and outsiders who ventured there.

then appeared on its facade a sign bearing the name of "Restorant the Quetal" (Did he ever call you? Never knew), and became an infinitely more welcoming and pleasant, although decoration and appearance did not change substantially. Back, in the courtyards, rose awnings extending the activity and the local outlets.

Nevertheless, the restaurant continued to attract the public and also popular classic fights of his bar, but now sporadic.

seemed that this new stage would give the inn a new and radiant life impulse, ensuring survival over time. His parishioners spoke even postulated as a place of historic preservation, and it was not unreasonable for those who knew the old enclosure and picturesque scenes taking place inside. He also became a site for performances achieved newer artists to do live shows there, just a bit lacking for a definitive end.

By November 2009, the place suddenly closed its doors. They say it was the death of the owner, but we could not confirm for sure this information. Its wooden fences themselves were disarmed, the typical dried grapevine and its hinges squeaky wood door sounded again.

Today, the inn is abandoned and awaiting the arrival of the picks that will seal his fate, as it has projected the construction of modern commercial premises throughout this corner and that will serve the large residential there ready in the former vineyards.

This time, the dreaded catering only for the brave, be delivered to an end without being able to fight, leaving the abstract of memory this last vestige of the more remote rural past Rojas Magallanes Street of the common folk Florida.

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RUINS OF THE PAST IN ROJAS MAGALLANES STREET EAST (PART II): REMAINS OF EUCALYPTUS RUINS OF THE PAST GIANTS

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trilogy Following our last vestiges of Rojas Magallanes Avenue East, and we opened with the previous text entry dedicated to the Casona de los Adobes of the street in conjunction with Florida Avenue, we now review a landmark (or what's left of it) and can be observed even pointed halfway between the point of the avenue and the San Carlos Canal, which has long said the highlight of this street before new developments that lasted longer the east of this river.

Rojas Magallanes Going up from Avenida La Florida, at the corner of East Street and the start evidently inclined to take this line of landscape (more or less in the middle of the section east of Rojas Magallanes we studied), was behind the fences and palisades of the then dirt road, a small clearing wet grass, dry leaves and stones, guarded by about five or six huge huge tree trunks, and only rarely seen alive.

were eucalyptus, or at least three of them safely as we remember, for the most gigantic of all, which lit menthol odor walks by and dumped en masse "coconuts" to the environment of paddocks and farms of yesteryear.

The measured how these eucalyptus, is not in our data. We'll never know. "30 meters? "50 meters? More? ... We do not know her age, but once we heard that was more than a century, and bundles it was an old mall that existed in the sector, like many others in the commune of La Florida that have disappeared (recently were felled remains of what was in front of the Bicentennial Stadium, not far from there and was composed of poplar). We only know that they were over there by the edge of the former land of the priests of La Salle to the side of the road is now the avenue Rojas Magallanes.

saw the majestic eucalyptus from several sides of the commune, according to former neighbors, like a bunch of branches staked on land began to rise at the foot of those hills and mountains.

is true that the memories and impressions lie, cheat and idealize themselves, but those logs that are there are enough evidence to speak of trees unquestionably giants, monsters, as you probably do not exist in other eucalypts Santiago urban radio.

For many years these great representatives of the exotic plants located along the road served as a warning to travelers: which border pillar, marking the boundary of the safest place in the municipality with respect to where the land began uncertain. Immediately beyond, in an area known as La Loma, had installed the then isolated and very dark people of the same name, narrow passages and emerged from camps and take on a kind of high in the hills. Today is very different and far more sinister in his time.

At that time, however, all this area that Segi to large trees, had a reputation for fearsome and brave. And above semi-rural areas was no less feared, suburbs where he continued to challenge the rule of law and fair, in which a stranger was not welcome. The low lighting, the helplessness and lack of law enforcement or security around these parts, contributed to their fame and criminal acts, according to the experience of friends of those years was not small.

Just around the beginning of the nineties began to reach the public transportation in this sector, with a micro, as part of its route, was a strange up and down immediately by Rojas Magallanes, just to slightly above the sector of large trees.

In other words, all indicated that those who venture beyond the large eucalyptus trees, he did know and face the risks of such audacity.

However, all this untamed environment, we achieved to meet friends in raids carried in the vehicle at his home in La Loma or ending nights out partying with unrivaled postcard Santiago night lights seen from those heights, has disappeared in our days, becoming a much more docile and gentle. The opening of new streets and the empowerment of public transport services began increasingly linking these corners with the rest of the city, pacified by conviction and convenience.

the end

nineties, the land of vineyards and hills were sold by the priests to developers and so were new and bonded residential villas, where years before more development seemed impossible. Still from scratch in the next decade, quickly sprouted houses and new streets in the Villa Rojas Magallanes, and the small clear that once-off and a warning to pedestrians not used to the rough environment of the sector, was converted into a small plaza now dominated by trees and other oriental plane rather small.

We think it was around this time that the giant guardians of access to the hills were cut down, which collapsed the titans cast out of heaven, and coinciding with the absence of any need for his warning on the road, and the neighborhoods changed and tamed its terrors.

However, the bottom of their trunks were so thick and so deep rooted that there should be untouched as a reminder of the landscape that once was this stretch of the street. They can even be seen on the dry wood makes chainsaw who tried to completely eliminate their mark on local history, but frustrated that task impossible. Now look like the remains of some ancient palace columns knocked down, or a temple collapsed on itself after a Carthaginian aggression or Hun.

However, the destruction was not total: miraculously, one of the trees has sprouted again and now offers tree seedlings of life that refuses to die. Perhaps someday in the future, reaching again the enormous size that had the tree to which it belongs.

In the next post, we will see a third track that is still Rojas Magallanes Avenue, just above where are these giant logs, which was once part of those warnings that the presence of eucalyptus trying ask travelers who ventured into these areas only for reckless and daring.