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In the first of the publications on medical cannabis we talked about a book: La historia de mamá cultiva ARGENTINA, by Valeria Salech. We also spread the word about the existence of the solidarity organisation “Mamá Cultiva” and the noble…

Fear is the bodily and/or psychological reaction to a thought that arises in the brain, based on past or imaginary experiences, when faced with the projection of the occurrence of an undesired event. It is an adaptive response for survival…

During the week the vote took place for the renewal of the board of the convention responsible for drafting the new constitution. The first board had agreed to stay for one term and now it is time for another. The…

Tuesday, January 4, downtown Mar del Plata. While thousands of tourists are enjoying the sunny afternoon, thousands of local residents are demonstrating next to the local casino and the most popular beaches of the city. It is a peaceful but…

Modatima, the Movement for Water and Territory (MAT) and the Coordination of Territories for the Defence of Glaciers worked together on a proposal of articles that were sent today to the Technical Secretariat of the Constitutional Convention. Once approved, it…

Latin America is one of the most urbanised areas on the planet, with 82% of people living in cities. It concentrates 17% of its urban population in just six megacities, each with more than 10 million inhabitants. Therefore, one of…

We had the opportunity to interview Eduardo “Mono” Carrasco, a famous Chilean muralist exiled in Italy since the military coup. He still lives in a small village in the province of Alessandria and, although held back by Covid, he is…

We are ending 2021, it is the last day already, and the world is still in its second year of pandemic and very probably during 2022 this context of global pandemic will be prolonged even more – worldwide. We wanted…

POEM     by Erlie Lopez two am of a new year after raising a wineglass to the eve countdown the future spirals into my daze abed with a clock ticking in my head in seeming calendar whirl – one,…

PROSE POEM     Early morning is sacred time. Time to look far into the lightening horizon, calmly searching for signs inscribed in the skies. Time to look heavenward, there where the moon still sits high upon her throne, sharing…