What have I seen on Netflix? Colony, first season

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OPINION

I like science fiction films and series as long as they are well made and their plot is plausible. This is the case of the Colony series which has enough wickers to keep you sitting in front of the television with expectation.

The main plot is simple and that everyone understands and is none other than to survive in a land colonized by an extraterrestrial civilization that uses humans themselves to control their fellow humans.

I like that the main plot is that, the main plot, and that the subplots, which have them, do not overlap the plot that gives body to the series, because sometimes the subplots end up ruining the series, as for example, Travellers.

You have to bear in mind that Colony has a very slow start, so much so that I was about to leave it. However, in the second chapter he begins to warm up engines and put you in situation, until he ended up hooking me, not only for having an attractive argument, but the actors are at a good level.

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In short, it is an interesting series, with the right ingredients to spend the nights enjoying a science fiction cinema of a certain quality.

TECHNICAL DATA SHEET

Production Broadcasted by USA Network; Legendary Television: / Universal Cable Productions / MELS.

Leadership: Juan José Campanella

Script: Carlton Cuse and Ryan J. Condal.

Date: 2016.

Cast: Josh Holloway, Sarah Wayne Callies, Peter Jacobson.

Chapter length: 45 min, approximately.

SYNOPSIS

An alien civilization has colonized the earth and forcibly subjugate humans and use them to monitor and control their fellow humans. Some, the resistance, begin to organize themselves to confront them and others end up collaborating to survive.

Esperando y con ganas

Feet in the garden

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There were the feet, only the feet of a sculpture that was and that time eroded until it was reduced to almost dust and, thinking about it, perhaps it is a metaphor of our own life that, little by little, is deteriorating until we become pure organic matter.

When these feet, appearing in one of the flowerbeds of a friend's garden, I thought that there was hidden a sculpture, I removed the branches of a chiflera with interest, but what a surprise to find only my feet. I admit that the image impressed me and for that reason I didn't hesitate to photograph them, wondering why my friend kept them there.

I never asked her and I know that, with time, they will also be reduced to dust.

El Pino de Pilancones

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El pasado jueves estuve en la presentación del libro En femenino y en plural de las autoras Alicia Verona, Carmen Mari Santana y Paqui Domínguez. Una vez finalizado el acto, me percaté que había una especie de escultura que parecía una rodaja de un árbol, que debía de ser muy antiguo, porque era bastante grande.

Me levanté, me acerqué y cuál fue mi sorpresa cuando leí en el granito que lo sustentaba, «Pilancones». Entonces lo recordé, aquella rodaja arbórea era del famoso Pino de Pilancones, el pino centenario que según los expertos tenía 550 años y que para rodearlo hacían falta cinco personas.

Entonces rememoré mis días de caminante por las cumbres de Gran Canaria, dos años que no olvidaré y en los que me recorrí, prácticamente, casi toda la isla a pie.

En una de estas rutas que iba desde Las Mesas hasta Maspalomas, pasando por el llamado Camino de Santiago, la ruta pasaba por el Pino de Pilancones y no podías hacer otra cosa que pararte a contemplar su majestuosidad porque era el pino más grande que había en la isla de Gran Canaria.

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Sin embargo, la mano del hombre, el tiempo y los incendios acabaron con su majestuosa vida, quedando solo algunos recuerdos como el que está en el Cabildo de Gran Canaria.

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Me gustó mucho ver parte de su recuerdo ahí, para recordarnos lo inmenso que fue y para no olvidar que esta isla hubo un pino centenario.

Lost

Many times we find ourselves among many people and that is the moment when we find ourselves most lost, without knowing very well where we are going and we just want to find a helping hand to guide us and not give security.

And these sculptures, for me, reflect that feeling that sometimes becomes distressing, sculptures that seem to go from one side to the other and all of them to their own, perhaps, a faithful reflection of what is happening today in our societies, that we are more connected than ever, but at the same time, more alone than ever.

These sculptures are part of the Atlantic Museum of Lanzarote which has the particularity of being under water.

La tirolina

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Tendría yo nueve o diez años, no lo recuerdo bien, pero si recuerdo, a la perfección, cuando hicimos la tirolina en el barranco que estaba detrás de Los Galgos que, con los años, fue ocupado por un centro comercial que fue medio fracaso hasta que llegó una cadena de supermercados y le dio otra vida a la instalación.
La idea de la tirolina se nos ocurrió porque encontramos un cable de acero que era muy largo, tanto, que llegaba desde los lindes del barranco, que era una de las aceras, y llegaba al muro que hacía de frontera entre el barranco y el canódromo.
No lo pensamos mucho, atamos el cable a la barandilla que hacía de límite entre la acera y el barranco y lo llevamos hacia el muro. Allí, con mucho esfuerzo, logramos hacer un agujero en el bloque para poder pasar el cable de acero y poder atarlo debidamente.
Cuando quedó atado, probamos la tirolina, pero sin saber cómo la íbamos a usar. A uno de los nuestros se le ocurrió que podíamos usar el volante de una bicicleta vieja para tirarnos hacia abajo. El primer valiente se tiró con el volante, pero cogió tanta velocidad que se pegó un buen trompazo, aunque logró amortiguarlo utilizando sus pies.
Entonces teníamos otro problema, esta vez relacionado con la seguridad. Así que volvimos a pensar y se nos ocurrió que podíamos poner al final, algunas gomas de coches (teníamos cerca una gasolinera que arreglaba neumáticos) y eso fue lo que hicimos.
Sin embargo, los trompazos seguían siendo considerables, hasta que uno de los amigos vino con un colchón viejo, le hicimos un agujero, pasamos el cable y lo sujetamos al muro con cuerdas y tachas. Así que, el binomio colchón y neumáticos funcionó casi a la perfección y nos lo pasamos muy bien tirándonos como locos barranco abajo.

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Pero nuestra felicidad duró poco, porque algún vecino preocupado llamó a la policía municipal y desmontó nuestro invento manifestándonos que lo que habíamos hecho era una locura y que podríamos haber tenido un accidente grave, pero eso nunca ocurrió.

Lo único cierto es que nosotros nos lo pasábamos muy bien con nuestra tirolina casera.

The eternal statue

I was late for work, so I got up as fast as I could and took to the street. Crossing to catch the tram, I was paralyzed, as if I had been stuck with a steel bar through the crown that kept me stuck to the asphalt. I couldn't take a single step. My brain sent orders to my muscles, but they didn't fucking listen. There I was, stuck in the road, unable to move.

A lady came up to me and asked me what was wrong with me, that it was dangerous to stay in the middle of the road. I can't move, I wanted to answer her, but I couldn't articulate a word. 

Soon a municipal police officer arrived and told me that I could not stay on the road. I looked at him and made a gesture of impossibility. He grabbed me by the right arm and tried to move me, but could not. He took a run and hit me like I was a quarterback who was willing to do a touchdown. However, he hit me and bounced as if he had hit a reinforced concrete block. From the ground he looked at me in awe, not quite understanding what was going on in that situation. He got up slowly, went to the patrol car and came back with five cones. He counted five steps, as if he were a football referee, in the opposite direction to the direction of traffic and put the first cone. Then he returned to my position and did the same until he placed the five cones in front of me, forming a barrier so that the cars wouldn't run over me.

However, when I was on the phone to the central, a car that came with excessive speed did not brake in time, took all the cones in front. I saw it coming and I thought it didn't count. The car rammed into me. I felt a slight tingling, as I watched as his driver shot out and fell twenty-five metres further and the car was left totally sinister. 

The policeman didn't know where to go, without understanding what was going on, he approached me and asked me if I was all right. I shook my head in the affirmative, raised my shoulders, pursed my lips, to tell him that for me too it was incomprehensible what was happening.

Ten minutes later they had cut off the lane in which I was petrified. They removed the junk into which the car was converted, the health services arrived to attend to the driver who had crashed into me and who was taken to the hospital in one of the ambulances. The toilets did all sorts of tests to check on me and the result was that I was in perfect condition.

Then came the city council technicians who, together with the firemen, tried with all their technical means to move me, but it was impossible. So, when the afternoon began to fall, they told me that they were going to break the asphalt in order to get me out of there. They put me in a waterproof suit over my head, put on a helmet and glasses and started the work.

After an hour and a half they managed to break the asphalt in order to get me off the road, but they could not. Five firefighters wanted to move me, but it was impossible, they even tried with a crane, but the attempt was unsuccessful. So they gave up.

There I spent that first night and in the morning they tried again, this time, digging a hole of more than eight meters, but they couldn't move me from the place either. The toilets asked me if I was hungry or if I had some kind of physiological need. I said no, I was fine.

After a month of useless work and studies, the mayor came to talk to me and told me that there was no way to get me out of there, that he had decided to build a square on the spot and that I would be in the center, that the institution would keep me in perfect condition.

With time I became a first-rate tourist attraction, which everyone wanted to visit and many tried to move me, there were even large bets, but no one managed to move me even a millimeter. There were also vandals who tried their best, but each and every one failed without remedy.

Many years passed, a century perhaps, I saw a nuclear war that almost killed life on earth and wiped out most of humanity, which almost disappeared from the face of the earth. 

One day, almost at dawn, a strange being of humanoid form approached me, smiled at me and said to me without articulating a word:

"Tour time has come."

I didn't understand why he was telling me that. He touched me and explained to me the reasons why they had turned me into a living statue. Then I understood.

Soon I felt the blood circulating through my body again and that I could move. I took a step and fell, but I rose like an inexperienced fawn that had just been born. I looked at the humanoid and smiled again. Then he said to me:

"Now you have the mission of transforming the world you know and you have all eternity."