In addition to two cell phones and a driver’s license, the backpack found last Saturday by a fisherman in the Villarino Viejo area contained the ID of Facundo José Astudillo Castro.
The information was confirmed today, through the program LU2 overview, the lawyer Luciano Peretto, representative of the complaint.
Yesterday, on the other hand, a review of the place was able to find what would be the buckle of the closure of the backpack that would belong to the deceased young man after leaving Pedro Luro for Bahía Blanca, on April 30.
The place where the backpack appeared, about 4 kilometers from where the body was found.
The backpack is under chain of custody, to be subjected to expert tests, since only the pocket that the fisherman who found it at the place had checked was opened (about 4 kilometers from the place where the body appeared, on August 15) before notifying the police.
In addition to the cell phones and Facundo’s driver’s license (it is the first thing that transpired on Saturday), they also found the ID and a cell phone charger, confirmed Peretto.
The Argentine Forensic Anthropology Team (EAAF) will analyze the bag to find out if there are biometric traces (DNA) useful for the case, while the General Directorate of Investigations and Technological Support for Criminal Investigation (DATIP) will try to obtain data from the cell phone content.
The complaint is going to ask that this be a priority for DATIP, since it has an important accumulation of expertise to do or review.
“The phone charger, the two cell phones and the two identification cards were found in the only open pocket. The rest is closed to be checked,” confirmed the lawyer for the boy’s family.
What else can there be inside the backpack? When giving testimonial statement, Officer Alberto González, in charge of Lieutenant Origone’s detachment, said that he had searched it and that he was carrying a change of clothes and objects for personal use.
Cristina Castro believes that they can also find a kind of metal card holder, which had been given to Facundo, in which he carried a credit card and a debit card.
“It is a rather inaccessible place, even more hostile than the one where the body appeared. And those areas have already been raked. And Cristina is struck by the fact that she did not carry at least one of her cell phones,” said Peretto.
When Carola Rackete is asked if she is interested in giving an interview, she responds dryly: “The world doesn’t need another white hero.” She does not use the word “heroine”, just as she prefers to be called “captain” instead of “captain” when commanding a ship. She argues that her womanhood is obvious enough that she needs to twist the feminine words. On board the Arctic Sunrise, of the Greenpeace organization, Rackete travels through Antarctica as part of the crew. She knows that the thunder of glaciers breaking, several times a day, is the soundtrack of a planet in climatic collapse. Antarctica is melting. To deal with overheating, call on the global community to conjugate the verb disobey. And live what she preaches: Rackete is a disobedient.
For disobeying, in 2019 she became known all over the planet. On June 12, she captained the humanitarian ship. Sea-Watch 3 when they found a boat adrift in the Mediterranean full of people fleeing the violence in Libya. Rackete disobeyed. Rather than return them to the country from which they had fled, as the coast guard demanded, he took them on board. He stated that Libya was not a safe place for survivors. With his ship loaded with refugees, many of them embroidery Due to torture, he tried to dock on the Italian island of Lampedusa. The then Minister of the Interior, the far right Matteo Salvini, prevented him. While she waited for an ever-postponed solution, the health of the passengers deteriorated. On June 29, Rackete disobeyed again: she docked without authorization in the port of Lampedusa with her ship of desperation. And they arrested her.
She is vegan. Always carry a Kindle and do not watch movies or series, read
Rackete does not speak Italian, but he does speak German, Spanish, English, Russian and French. Rather than German, she prefers to identify herself as “European,” a statement that becomes more significant after Brexit. She grew up in a town around Celle, in Lower Saxony, and as a teenager her main activity, apart from studying and sleeping, was playing games. World of Warcraft in the computer. Her father is an electrical engineer who came to work in the arms industry and her mother is an accountant. There was no magical awakening to the planet’s overheating. It was, as she defines it, “a journey.” Working on ships that go on scientific expeditions, I listened to researchers, witnessed the effects of climate change, and saw their desire to learn grow. After graduating in Nautical Sciences, she did a master’s degree in Environmental Conservation.
He hasn’t had a home for eight years. It goes from project to project, lots of volunteers. If you are forced to live with money during the intervals, you never spend more than 500 euros a month. She wears dreadlocks because the oceans are very windy and she prefers not to waste time fixing her hair. There are no children or marriage on her horizon. Your loved ones are a community made up of friends scattered all over the planet. She is vegan, although she accepts the vegetarian menu if there is no other option. Rackete’s house is where she puts her backpack, in which she carries a tent, a sleeping bag, half a dozen clothes, two pairs of shoes, 10 panties, the computer and a Kindle with about 100 books. Rackete does not watch movies and series. Read.
Attack the dogma of economic growth. Faced with the collapse of the planet, he says, it would be worse to obey
Last summer, the Italian judge who released her claimed that Rackete had fulfilled her duty to save the people on board. But Rackete still has two pending charges in Italy and her future is uncertain. How to move in a world where people are arrested for saving lives? Where do the authorities of so-called democratic countries criminalize humanitarian rescue calling it human trafficking or encouragement of illegal immigration? Rackete’s answer is to live by your own rules, which means “confronting the system directly”: fighting for the collective well-being instead of the individual, cooperating instead of competing, caring for the other instead of protecting yourself from it. At 31, she represents a new type of human emerged on the fringes of the climate war. Unlike rebels in other historical moments, she is not driven by hope, but by what she calls a “humanitarian imperative.” Their logic is not to win, but to fight. Not alone, but with all those who are willing to create a society capable of living without leaving the planet exhausted. “The Earth has not been depleted because there are too many people, but because a minority has consumed most of the resources,” he says. In her first book,. It is time to act (Paidós), stands alongside the thinkers who attack the dogma of economic growth: you cannot grow more, you have to distribute the wealth that exists equitably.
While touring Antarctica, the geography where he spends most months of the year, Rackete dedicates himself to thinking about how to face the economic system. The future may be very difficult from a climate point of view, but there is an opportunity to create a more just society. Quickly, because there is no time. This captain already has a course: “The problem is not civil disobedience, but obedience.” It is time to act. And to act, he says, is to disobey.
An error by Unidas Podemos in the Congress Commission for Social and Economic Reconstruction after Covid-19, which asked in vain for the vote to be repeated, has now brought back the possibility of creating a capitalization fund for dismissal and pension. This formula, popularly called ‘austrian backpack‘, is based on monthly contributions made by companies in favor of their workers and which would take effect in the event of dismissal, change of company or, finally, retirement.
The system was born in Austria in 2003, when the severance pay was eliminated and it was replaced by the obligation of companies to ‘deposit’ in an individualized fund 1.53% of the monthly gross salary of each worker. It is about extending to all workers the guarantee of compensation that until then was reserved for those who had at least three years of service in the company. Since then, the employee can resort to this fund in the event of dismissal, transfer or to carry out training activities and takes it with him if he leaves the company. If it has not been used before, it serves as a supplement to the pension and if it dies, it is given to its heirs.
In Spain, the Government of José Luis Rodríguez Zapatero has already created a commission to study the implementation of this system and the ‘backpack’ came to be contemplated in the Government agreement between PSOE and Citizens for the frustrated investiture of Pedro Sánchez in 2016. In He collected the creation of a fund that would take over the payment of eight days per year in case of dismissal and that, if not used, would accumulate for retirement. Other characteristics of that proposal were the possibility that the entity managing the fund would invest it to achieve greater profitability, the delivery of the accumulated money to the heirs in the event of death and the obligation to pay taxes if, once retired, the worker chooses for taking out all the capital in one go.
Apart from the many (and important) pending details on how the transition between the current dismissal compensation model and that of the backpack would be carried out (what about accumulated seniority, should or should not the employer pay for those generated rights, how eventual contracts generate funds), the main criticisms of the system focus on the punishment it entails for companies with less staff turnover, who would see their labor costs increase compared to those who resort more frequently to dismissal who would not make large disbursements by dispensing with someone.
The role of the entities authorized by the Administration for the management of these funds and the investment options they offer for the management of these funds are also highly questioned. In Austria they have the obligation to guarantee at least the full collection of what is contributed by the worker. That is to say, there is no possibility of registering losses, which implies that they take very conservative positions and, therefore, end up offering a lower profitability than the worker could achieve by managing the risk he wants to assume through others. products. Furthermore, this management of the funds is not free; entities charge administration and management fees that the worker cannot negotiate.
EFor a moment I wondered whether I should leave the cell phone in the car, but you never know on longer hikes, so I packed it in my backpack, all the way down. I didn’t want calls, at least for a few hours. No breaking news, no Katwarn alarms and above all no live ticker.
In the past few days, the constant look at had become a kind of addiction. Then I found out things like “32 newly infected people in Tasmania” or “Bolivian Minister of Sport tested positive”. Ten minutes later I checked again to see if anything more important had happened in the meantime. I had become more and more jittery, and more concentrated and thin-skinned. You have to get out, I had said to myself. Go hiking. Go back to the Rheinsteig.
In the event that someone does not know: The Rheinsteig is an approximately three hundred kilometer route that leads in 21 stages from Wiesbaden to Bonn. Both cities are known to be on the Rhine, but in some sections the Rheinsteig runs so far from the river that its name can only be justified with a lot of imagination.
It’s different on my favorite stage: on the 21 kilometers between Kaub and St.Goarshausen, the path clings to the break-off edge of the plateau in the rock of which the Rhine dug itself twelve million years ago. When you are on this stage, you often have the river far below you.
No freight train chatter, no traffic noise
You can see it for the first time in twenty minutes when you have made it over Kaub: a flat hammered band made of anthracite, cut by barges and freighters. The silhouette of the silhouette on the island in the middle of the Rhine is Pfalzgrafenstein, a customs castle that was supposed to prevent ships from cheating past Kaub without a tax. Over there, on the other side of the Rhine, the forest looks almost unreal in the milky light of the morning sun. And Bacharach with his Stahleck castle looks as if a medieval painter with very watery colors sketched them on the slope and then disappeared into a lunch break that continues to this day. It is one of those panoramas that you would most like to sit down with directly to the lizards, on one of these sun-warm dry stone walls. Sit down, look down and listen to the silence.
It was different than usual, and it was immediately apparent that it was much quieter. The narrow Middle Rhine Valley normally acts like a funnel; when you’re on the Rheinsteig there is a constant noise of freight train rattling, the traffic on the B42 and the loudspeaker announcements of the excursion steamers, and when a midlife-struggling Harley driver on the other bank jerkily accelerates, it sounds like a jackhammer on the Rheinsteig . None of this was heard this time. Instead, a lark chirped her throat from somewhere above me. Otherwise it was quiet. So quiet that you could hear the bumblebees inspecting the first flowering clover between the Riesling vines.
Behind Kaub, the Rheinsteig is a real climb, narrow, steep, with every step small stones crumble away from the soles. On the left it goes down at an angle that in some places tries hard to reach ninety degrees – if you didn’t know that the estimated 5779 vines down there have very good interception properties, you would be uneasy. Then the path disappears into a forest of gnarled oaks, and then you are at the top of the plateau and you can see the Hunsrück ridges forever.
The sky was scrubbed bright as the days before, no cloud, nowhere, and no other human being. At the top of Dörscheider Höhe, the path slopes gently, and when the wind comes from behind you hover more than you walk. At some point I ran by myself. At some point I found myself singing “Chocolate Jesus” by Tom Waits. I hadn’t done that for ages.
Wild boar, butterflies and bird sounds
Even in normal times, hiking is pretty much the best therapeutic that you can imagine. It works against high blood pressure and vasoconstriction, it helps with diabetes and sleep problems and being rusty in general, and of course it is also helpful for depression. “I don’t know any grief that you can’t go away,” said Kierkegaard. It would have to be the devil if it didn’t help against the uninterrupted roar in the head that this blasted virus is wreaking these days.
Over the Rosssteinfelsen, past the stones of an old castle, down into the Urbachtal, up the other side and behind the vineyards high above the river towards Loreley: Still nobody but me. A deer, very close; three or four wild boars, far away. Again and again butterflies. Birds’ voices, woodpecker hammers, rustling in the foliage. And everywhere budding trees and flowering shrubs and all this spring-like optimism of a nature that does not care that the species Homo sapiens is grappling with a popular member of the Coronaviridae family. That may sound terrifyingly naive, but: I found that a reassuring thought.
The first – and only – other hikers came towards me shortly before St.Goarshausen, behind Katz Castle, where the Rheinsteig leads steeply down into the valley. We instinctively turned to the right, the two on their side, me on mine, and this brief social distancing was enough to return to normal. When I was sitting in the sun on the banks of the Rhine ten minutes later, I immediately considered taking my cell phone out of my backpack.