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Show The Great Escape ' 15 hostages, "So you kill me. The Revolution will go on." But it didn't. Not in Uruguay. Not in that way. Although you might say that after twelve years of military dictatorship, and less than twenty years into a new constitutional democracy, with two national senators and a large voice in the Frente Amplio, the leftist coalition that assumed the Uruguayan presidency in 2005, The Tupamaros' Revolution has taken a more practical turn. 0 That day when we went to Punta Carretas Shopping Mall, Arturo tried to show me where the cell block was, where he might have lived, where, more or less, the tunnel may have begun, maybe somewhere there in the beauty salon or the CD Warehouse. He was gracious, but seemed uncomfortable with the gaud and glitz and the quick steps of Punta Carretas's new inmates. We wanted to get information on the building's conversion, so Arturo pressed a button on a life-size, plastic, black-smt-and-tie information butler. "Hello, Mr. Mannequin," he joked. "I'd like to find the mall office." A voice, unfazed, directed us to the second floor down a hallway next to the Swatch store. There, a man offered us a full-color booklet called Punta Carretas: Before and After. "Perfect," I said. It wasn't until I got home and looked inside that I understood that the "before" meant before the new Sheraton five-star hotel that's integrated into the mall. Before we parted ways, I gave Arturo my email address: 3@yahoo.com. He saw the number three and asked about it. "It's because I'm the third," I said. "Named after my father and grandfather. My son is the fourth." "That's like me then," he said. "Arturo Dubra is my name, my father's name, and my grandfather's." "Do you have any children?" I asked. I had been wanting to ask. "Any Arturo the fourth?" |
