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Hace un par de días TVN mostró un programa de denuncia sobre el maltrato que catorce ancianos sufrían en una "casa de reposo". Las familias de estos ancianos pagaban 300.000 pesos mensuales por habitación compartida y 400.000 pesos mensuales por una habitación privada. Entre otros muchos maltratos eran amarrados a sus sillas y a sus camas, se les limpiaba a todos con el mismo paño después de que defecaban para no usar papel sanitario, se les daba sus comidas mientras estaban defecando ...

On the 7th of this month I will be sixty seven years old. it is not my official birthday, but my true date of birth. The legend says that I was born on the 7th August. It seems in those old days you were not registered with a certificate from the clinic or hospital where you were born.

My Mum told me that months later, in November, my Dad went to the Civil Registry and got me registered as born on the 7th November that same year: 1943. That year was a terrible time for many people ...

Slowly going into dementia by a different way, she is the carer and 24hrs/7days a week companion of her half demented husband. His Alzheimer is still in a first or second stage. His language and ability to manage money, computer, telephone and other everyday objects we take for granted is now almost gone. Surprisingly , he still can drive. True, sometimes he forgets to turn off the lights, or to set the handle in parking before turning on the engine, which makes him stop in stupor to find out what ...

It was supposed to be a memorable date. She became 60 years old, that was back in 2003. A dinner was organised. Friends from old times were invited and came. The room was decorated with the flower arrangements representing the greetings from each of her children. All this was organised by her daughter, the only one of her four children there with her.

There were smiling faces across the table. Strangely, nobody spoke to her directly, apart from the polite words asking how she was, ...

She is a sad woman. Memories of good times abound, but memories of dear, loved ones are conflictive to say the least. It seems to her that she did everything wrong. No doubt she wanted to please everyone... in vain.

She is a short woman, rather stocky in built, her grey hair, which she refuses to tint, seems to be her visitor's card to the world. Her view is that she would be the same sixty seven year old woman with tinted hair. She decided to live her old age with dignity, no tinted ...