I do not like reality shows. I hate the fact that "Big Brother" in the world is now more 'than anything else the epitome of a program rather than a reference to Orwell's book.
then understand what I was surprised myself to realize the star of a reality show following real these days ... The Mineros are trapped. They managed to communicate with them. They were movies. Here is a super-tunneling machine that will roll them 'out in four months. No, in three weeks. No, in two months. Here's who they were, what they did before devoting their lives to mines, which were their dreams, their aspirations. As these were lost in the depths of that mine. Here are their families, their wives and children who communicate with them through the small sheets of paper passing through the tube four inches ...
I was screwed. Now I know also the third cousin and that 'come to the mines to get (too), its bit of visibility'. Altars, one for each miner, which arose at the exit of the mine (but I'm alive!). The wife and the lover of one of the miners who were unknown to each other except at the entrance of the mine to meet (and start preparing their clubs for the big day). In short, the journalism that sticks like a leech to an isolated event and full of emotional charge, which feeds on any (non) news to be published around the event and 'always the protagonist. I wonder if the story of the 33 Mineros succeed 'to hold on if' high attention to the many months that are missing the opening passages of 'big. Perhaps the Chileans should begin immediately to work on the plot, to give us an occasional small twist. If so, I volunteer for a collaboration.
Meanwhile, I see myself as a 3D reconstruction will be 'carved out the new gallery. And there are also the first reports of NASA experts, who advise Mineros to do activity 'physics. And eat more 'vitamin D.
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