Pinocho's grandson

I don't know about what write because is a free topic and I don't know what to do when the freedom touch my life. So, I go to write about my best reporting story . This happened the last year, while I was taking the chronica course and interviewing with the Professor Faride Zerán (I love she so much). The teacher asked to do an interview in a public figure, and a few weeks ago I had been interested in the far-right nationalist political party "Republican Order Party My Country," so I wanted to write something related to that (and really is that it a exciting topic for a political issue.

 The first step was to contact the communications chief, Mr. Eduardo Toledo, the right-hand man of the party's president: the grandson of the dictator Augusto Pinochet Ugarte; Augusto Pinochet Molina.

I contacted him as a graduate (something very common in this career) and telling him that I worked for an online right-wing. I told him that I wanted to interview him, and when I did not hear him very interested, I said that I would like to be part of his organization. There the man became interested and immediately scheduled a meeting. 

This was in the party headquarters, and I went with my friend Francisco, who was supposed to be my cousin: Gustavo Inostroza (yes, we were so scared that we changed the name). We were greeted in an office with colonial decor with a giant photo of the dictator, and next to an image of the Virgin of Lourdes. When we sat down, and while they offered us drinks, I started this conversation with my "cousin":

-What a nice office, the chairs ...

-Yes, they are like the Tata's

At this, we could not laugh, we had to be serious, but we just wanted to laugh, get out of there and take off the tight formal clothes.

The interviewees were Eduardo Toledo, vice president, and the treasurer whose name I do not remember. He, in particular, was a recalcitrant rightist, who denied the dictatorship and spoke of communists as rats. The president, my target, was out of Santiago.

Throughout the interview, which lasted about two hours because it was entertaining to hear so much fallacy and ignorance of sources, the treasurer called him by phone, to which sounded a rather special tone: the hymn of the armed forces.

With Francisco we just wanted to go out and pee. Much pee. But the man did not shut up, nor did I keep silent, asking him why they were against abortion and in favor of the legalization of hard drugs.

Finally we left, with the promise to publish the content in the rightist medium and to be in contact to register in the party.

The weeks passed and I still did not use myself as a pure interview, because it was only the ideas that had taken its weight out of Pinochet's mouth, so I called Eduardo saying that the editor was asking me for testimony from the party president, that if he could give me the number. He give me his number, but this is other story.