Javier Firpo
02/13/2021 12:06
Clarín.com
Society
Updated 02/13/2021 12:06
It is surprising to see Chola reading the newspaper and listening to the radio concentrating on the news.
And with a frown.
In reality, the scene would not attract attention if it were not about
a woman of almost 94 years old, who just over a month ago was brutally attacked in her house in Bernal
, in an aberrational act, by two criminals who beat her to death. .
"They dragged me by the hair, they hit me over and over again, my face looked like a pendulum -he makes the gesture even funny-, they kicked me while on the floor, my hip was broken ...
Why so much anger with a defenseless old woman Explain?
", he asks without looking for an explanation and stretches his left arm lowering the volume of the radio.
At four in the morning on Saturday January 2,
two criminals entered through the ventiluz
to Sara Dodardo's house -Chola para todos-.
It is an austere home that is next to the fishnet bag factory that she set up decades ago with her long-awaited husband Gerardo.
The noise of breaking glass startled her.
"I sleep little, I
was in my rocking chair,
where I usually rest looking at the front door and the factory door,
I hardly ever lie in bed
, I am always attentive to movements. But at that moment you can see that I I fell asleep and they caught me off guard ", reveals the lady with a soft but firm voice and an endearing look.
Chola receives
Clarín
somewhat uncomfortable because she is very flirtatious.
She is lying on her bed and recalls what she lived through that dreadful night, but she does so
without dramatizing or victimizing herself
, on the contrary.
His story is fluid, clear and while he speaks he adjusts his transparent mask that covers a face that still reveals the traces of the attack.
She adjusts her hair, has painted nails, and long, beautiful hands that are in constant motion.
"It's over, that's it, I overcame the first part of recovery in the hospital ... I am from Aries, I have strength, I look forward and
today I want to get up from this bed, stand up and start walking
, to be able to return to myself. home, being in the factory, all that is my world. I don't ask too much either, right? ", expresses with an unimaginable optimism this woman who was interned in the Quilmes Model Sanatorium for three weeks.
In the house on Calle Treveris, in Parque Chas, his committed son Alejandro Cancela built an important and expensive engineering
so that his mother is surrounded by the greatest possible affection
and digest the bad drink as quickly as possible.
In addition to her son, daughter-in-law and grandchildren, there is a person who cares for her and is monitored by a nurse, a psychologist and a physical therapist.
"The truth is that my old woman's case is unique.
The psychologist told me that my mother ended up advising her on issues that they talked about
and the kinesiologist estimates that if, as before, everything continues to evolve and comply with routine exercises In a few days she will be able to stand up and begin to move, "Cancela points out with amazement and admiration, the son who, between jokes and concern, says that" he knows her,
she will want to go as soon as she recovers
.
"I want to go home, I want to go back to Bernal, my place in the world," dreams Chola, who does kinesiology every day and "is already getting up," says her surroundings. Photo: Emmanuel Fernández
With a mischievous look that sprouts from those greenish eyes, Chola invites this chronicler to get closer and puts her index finger on his lips.
Sure, your son is on the other side of the door and you don't want him to listen.
"
I want to go home, I want to return to Bernal, my place in the world
, I lived there with my husband for more than forty years and I need to work and control the employees, who must now be dancing on one leg."
She is brave and charming Chola
, she was always a strong, independent, autonomous woman, who after the death of her husband in 2002 rolled up her sleeves and never stopped.
Until January 2, when she was attacked by these cowardly criminals, every day
Chola opened the factory door to the employees, who arrived at 6 in the morning
, and she was active until her son Alejandro arrived, who drank the rudder.
"That role kept her vital, active, she felt useful, so my fear more than the physical issue is how she was going to respond emotionally. But after overcoming some ups and downs, she is still in the race and every day she surprises me more," Cancela adds.
Loquacious and lively, Chola says that
while she was hospitalized, her admired and beloved Mirtha Legrand called her
.
"She was horrified -he remembers with a smile- with what had happened to me, but I told her not to worry, that I was going to be fine ... I listened very sensitively, I suppose she felt identified, poor thing. But Chiquita was so warm, she filled me with beautiful words and we promised to see each other once the pandemic passes, "he says.
"Oh,
I would love to go to his show for lunch
."
Sara, in the first days of this year, admitted to the Sanatorio Modelo de Quilmes.
"I was never afraid, I went through many complicated situations and this was a difficult one but here I am, looking forward."
"We are very similar to Mirtha, you know?
Not only do we think similarly and have similar ideologies - he
winks a mischievous eye - but we were born the same year, we like to dress well, wear jewelry and also my grandmothers were one Martínez and the other Suárez. , and Mirtha is Martínez Suárez. Besides, I had my sister Beba, very, very close to me, as was Goldie de Mirtha, and they both died a short time ago.
Highly informed, Chola has a copy of the
Clarín
newspaper
folded into a political note, a subject that she is passionate about.
"I try to watch and listen to all the news and read the notes to be aware. I love listening to Baby Etchecopar and Joni Viale, they say things as they are, without fear. And I put another goal in my head: to
have mobility because I want to vote in the October (legislative) elections
.
And if I cannot walk, I will go on all fours
... I never stopped going to vote, it is the only way I can make ourselves heard and now more than ever, because this country, as it is, it sinks ", spicy.
He has a portable mirror close at hand and looks at himself every so often.
"
I don't like what I see, but I'm better, the bruises have gone
, little by little my face is recovering its normality. I still have the respiratory issue, my lungs are improving, I had a beginning of pneumonia but I'm better, although I need to the oxygen because I suffer COPD, "he says about the cannula in his nose that relieves his breathing.
"The night they entered my house I had a respiratory crisis, I felt like I was dying."
Although the voice is low-pitched, Chola speaks clearly and with rich, broad language.
He does not hesitate or stammer when
that attack
returns to his memories,
which to this day has not been arrested
.
"What are they going to catch, at this point ... do you think so ?! Minga ...".
He says that at no time was he afraid, "maybe because I have already made my life, or because I lived through many complicated situations. I went through very hard moments, this was fulero, but
I remember that at one point I asked the one who hit me non-stop, what was it? a little dwarf
... 'Why do you keep hitting me, what do you want?'
Chola and her son Alejandro celebrated the arrival of the new year together in Bernal, without imagining that 24 hours later she would be the victim of a dramatic situation.
The fortitude of this heroine born in Concepción del Uruguay (Entre Ríos) does not fail to impress.
"
They were looking for dollars, I don't know where they got the information from, but the snitch was wrong
and I picked it up."
Any idea who they might be?
"Look, I'm not going to say anything, my son is going to get angry - spear suspicious -. I gave them my retirement, my pension and some earrings and necklaces that I regret so much."
He asks for another approach again and looks toward the door.
"They brought me a gold jewel, but nobody knows."
The criminals spent almost an hour and a half inside Bernal's house and factory, where they dragged Chola with incomprehensible contempt and violence.
" It
was about
half five in the morning and I was already tied with wires and tapes that hurt me a
lot but I decided to say, 'Hurry up, they are coming employees, what moved ,
and decided to
leave.
I with my With a sore mouth, I began to bite the tape with which my hands were tied
and little by little I was freeing myself. "
When the thugs left their home, Chola was already unleashed and was not aware of the injuries that her body carried, she only saw that there was blood around her, She barely saw that they left,
"I went behind them, I wanted to see where they were going ...
I had no luck, I arrived as I could, with a broken hip to the sidewalk and what I did was knock on the door of my neighbor Ethel to call the police and my son. And after a while they took me to the hospital ", he reviews as if it were a bank procedure, something of every day.
Somewhat tired, she does not mention magic recipes or formulas, she prefers to say that she has "
a power in the mind that allows me to have freshness
to get to where I have arrived."
Look forward, do not speculate on the centenary of life "just for a statistic. If I get there, I want to do well, but as far as it touches me, I no longer complain, I had a great life," he reflects.
What would you say to the thieves who attacked you?
"Why were they so cruel to me? Why drag me by the hair, or kick me while on the floor?
I don't hold a grudge against them, poor people, I feel very sorry for them
."
