Romulo Lopez Cordero


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Manuel Ayau, the freedom fighter, the hero, the grandfather

Romulo and Muso

I am deeply saddened to
learn about Muso's passing away on August 3.  I met Muso, a friend of my father,
some 19 years ago in 1991. I had heard some interesting stories about him from
my parents when they visited Guatemala in 1985. Over the years my dad kept in
touch with him through meetings and while I was too young to understand why he
was so important I started to read a lot more about free market ideas, and to
learn about the freedom movement through stories that were written for young
kids. I especially remember reading as a preteen Muso's cartoon book
" Cómo mejorar el nivel de vida"  (How to improve your
living standard).  The book may be long forgotten but it had a deep impact
on me because it lead me to start reading more and more why people are poor and
how economics and free markets play a role into an individual’s welfare.
 He was one of the first to plant the seeds in my head for a career of
promoting liberty.

As I grew up I learned
more about the Francisco Marroquin University (UFM) which Muso founded, and
that inspired me to want to go there to study under the author of that little
cartoon book that had made me forget my dreams of studying engineering, which
came natural to me.  What I wanted was to learn about economics from Muso
on that beautiful campus that I read about through publications and brochures
that my father received from one of his earlier ventures the think tank Center for
Economic and Social Studies (CEES).

Finally, my wishes came
true in January of 1991 despite my friends concern that I was going to Guatemala
to study how to be a communist guerrilla fighter. I arrived in Guatemala City
from Ecuador in the midst of the civil war, violent crime and kidnappings.
 Little did my friends know that I was going there because I was totally
convinced that the best fight against enemies of freedom was through education
in free market principles. Some of my friends were concerned that I was going
there out of idealistic pursuit of ideas, and not because it was the best
university available. I had to admit that I myself was not sure if the
University was an indoctrination camp and not a real university. These worries
were quickly dissipated once I stepped foot on campus. Its reputation as a
stellar institution of higher learning is rivaled by few.  

When I first met Muso I
was pleasantly surprised at how warm he and his family were. I was invited
to spend many weekends at their Amatitlán home. Muso was an engineer by trade,
although he knew as much about economics despite not studying it
formally.  He also shared with me (I learned over the years) a fascination
for electronic gadgets and a kind of natural ability to learn how to use them
quickly.  Of all his towering achievements this little fact might seem
unimportant, but to me it revealed an attitude of defying usual
expectations and doing things that other people thought impossible.  This trait
was apparent when he founded one of the oldest think tanks in Latin America, a
university in the middle of one of the longest and most devastating civil wars
in the Americas, and a lifetime of entrepreneurial and academic
success.  The icing was when he learned to fly helicopters at nearly 80
years old. Unbelievable…except to those who knew him personally.  

 For those of us
who were lucky enough to meet the man, Muso had a serious and talented mind. He
was youthful not only in spirit, but physically too.  I still remember the
first time I met him.  He took us on a tour around the Amatitlán Lake
where his family lived.  At that time he was wearing a special belt around
his waist because he was suffering from lower back pain. Upon returning to his
house he told me to try to tie up the boat at the pier.  I have never been
particularly athletic and despite my youth I was afraid of falling into the
water. Seeing that I was not able to do it, he told me, "let me show
you."  He jumped from the boat to the pier like a teenager, and proceeded
to pull the boat and tie it up to the pier.  Needless to say I still feel
embarrassed at the fact that a sexagenarian was able to teach me that lesson.
Over the years, until the last time I saw him in at a Liberty fund Colloquium
held in Guatemala in November of 2008, he looked pretty much the same – not
much different from those pictures 19 years ago.  Always with that funny
grin like a kid about to do something naughty, very clever despite of starting
to suffer the effects of the chemotherapy for his cancer, and despite
being sometimes forgetful last time I saw him, always very witty and

Throughout my five
years in Guatemala I went to Muso's home on weekends and he and Olga always
complained to me and my father that I was not a more frequent visitor. It was a
home away from home. It was such a warm and welcoming
environment for a young man away from his home country. For that I am forever
grateful.  A lot of times I
felt a little shy as if I was abusing their generosity.  I felt a certain
reverential fear when in Muso's presence.  He was always very open and
talking with him challenged me to be extremely focused all the time because I
was speaking to a towering figure.  

Over the years I matured
and began to feel more comfortable, but sadly I was not living any more in
Guatemala and I longed every time I learned that he was attending one
of Atlas's events to have some time and sit with him and talk.  Even
better if Muso's wife Olga was with him.  With them I always felt as
though I was visiting my grandparents, a certain joy like seeing family.
 I use to feel a little jealous of my brothers and sister who were able to
regularly visit the Ayau family gatherings.  Even worst jealous of others,
because when seeing him I was not able to talk in that familial environment
that I had with him early on.  Muso had
become like a rock star and many people wanted his attention.  The legend
was reaching the pinnacle of his life and everybody wanted a piece of him.
 Despite all that I knew that whenever he saw me he would come and ask me
how things were, about my family and how important it was for me to lose weight
(I was so much thinner when I met him in Guatemala!) I thank him because he was
never judgmental in doing so but he was seriously concerned
about me.

I reflect on this today
as I am writing these random recollections because upon learning of
his death I could not at first put together in words what I felt towards the
hero of my childhood, the hero that put me on the path of advocacy with a
cartoon book, the friend that opened the doors of his home and family to me and
my family and was always concerned about my future like a grandfather. I can
thank him for the fact that I studied at Francisco Marroquín, a university
where you go to learn about freedom, but also and institution that
strives for excellence in education and that focuses on the
search for truth and independence.

I owe to him the fact
that I do what I do at Atlas where I am committed to the cause of liberty.
Lots of people I’m sure will be able to better put in words his lifetime
of achievements, but I wanted to pay tribute to the man, the hero, the
grandfather that he was to me.  I know that I am not alone, Muso and the
Ayau family were very generous to all people that came through their lives and
many will have similar recollections. He might be gone but the spirit and
legacy left to those of us that try to engage in teaching and promoting liberty
will be with us forever.


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Memorial day Weekend

Wonderful the Memorial day parade.

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Merry Christmas to all

Don’t send a lame Holiday eCard. Try JibJab Sendables!

Feliz Navidad; Merry Christmas to all.

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Los Apodos

Siempre me llamó la atención que en la generación de mi hermano los amigos de el eran los que tenían apodos más llamativos. Los Mellocos (un par de gemelos); Huevo (ni idea porque) Lepra (este ha de haber estado lleno de granos y feo pero nunca supe); Perlita (mi hermano); Rama Seca (flaco esquelético con un color de piel cetrino y el pelo claro tierra)

En mi generación de amigos; Cura cabezón (muy juicioso y crítico con todo el mundo y una época andaba con la cabeza rapada); Lengua de Limón (habla mucho y es agrio); Cabezón (yours truly); Hominus Albañilis (un pana que dizque era aniñado pero tenia cuerpo y facha de albañil); Fredy Krueguer (una amiga que tenía los dientes igualitos a los de tal infame personaje); El abuelo (un amigo algo veterano -8 o 10 años más- en el grupo); El chagra (un amigo de guayaquil, que aunque no era serrano hablaba como serrano por herencia del padre); El conde (este era igualito al conde contare de plaza sésamo).

En guatemala ocurre similar cosa; El pelos (este con una exagerada vellosidad en el cuerpo, era tan famoso que muchos se habían olvidado del verdadero nombre y solo lo conocían así); Chanok (otro de Guatemala que parecía una caricatura de allá)

Esos son los memorables, pero habían más dado que todos tenían un apodo.  Esto a propósito de un correo electrónico que me envio un familiar reproduciendo un artículo sobre apodos que salió en el Diario el Universo de Guayaquil y que reproduzco a continuación:

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Fotos día del padre 2006 006

Fotos día del padre 2006 006
Originally uploaded by romulol.

Dejenme salir parece ser lo que dice Pio Joaquín. Estabamos en el muelle de Alexandria al pie del Torpedo Factory y parece que no le hizo gracia quedarse en su coche. A quien habrá aprendido a hacer muecas.

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Aniversario #3

Bueno el 29 de diciembre del 2004 cumplimos 3 años de casados. Tomamos unas fotos y la camara que era desechable se confundió entre algunas cosas y no la volvimos a ver hasta despues de unos meses. Luego por una u otra cosa no se reveló la camara y casi 6 meses mas tarde las mandé a revelar. Fue una noche muy feliz, y aunque hubo poca celebración debido a nuestras escuálidas finanzas, si hubo mucho cariño. Aquí las fotos de aquella ocasión. Olguita hizo una torta de chocolate, Pio Joaquín para variar no se dejaba tomar una foto de los tres juntos y luego Carol que bajo a lavar su ropa nos tomó unas fotitos juntos. Aunque no es el aniversario #3 o el #4, aprovecho para desearle un feliz aniversario a la gordita que en estos días está por el Guayas. 😦 A ella dedico este poemita que he descubierto leyendo el poemario de Silva:

Por Medardo Angel Silva

El duro son de hierro tornaré melodía
para cantar tus ojos – violetas luminosas –
la noche de tu negra cabellera y el día
de tu sonrisa, pura mas que las puras rosas.

Tu vienes con el alba y con la primavera
espiritual, con toda la belleza que existe,
con el olor del lirio azul de la pradera
y con la alondra alegre y con la estrella triste.

La historia de mi alba es la del peregrino
que, extraviado una noche en un largo camino,
pidio al cielo una luz…, y apareció la Luna;

pues estaba de un viejo dolor convaleciente,
y llegaste lo mismo que una aurora naciente,
en el momento amargo y en la hora oportuna.

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Se va con algo mio

Estoy contento pues hoy despues de muchos años recordé un poema muy querido. Nunca me he considerado muy dotado en la sensibilidad poética, pero cuando tenía 7 años (78-79 que lejos suena), tenía que llevar a clases una demostración de mis talentos. Nervioso no sabía que hacer y mi papá me hizo memorizar un poema. Como no me lo aprendía me acosté frustrado. A las 5 de la mañana me levantó y me lo aprendí. Desde ese día aprendí 2 cosas. La primera que podía hablar en público, aunque tardaría algunos años mas en darme cuenta que lo podía hacer bien y la segunda a estudiar a esa hora. Durante mucho tiempo en la universidad cuando ya no podía mas prefería acostarme temprano y levantarme a las 5 a estudiar. El poema es del afamado Medardo Angel Silva y lo reproduzco a continuación:

Se van con algo mio

Se va con algo mio la tarde que se aleja…
Mi dolor de vivir es un dolor de amar
y, al son de la garúa, en la antigua calleja
me invade un infinito deseo de llorar.

¿Que son cosas de niño, me dices?… ¡Quién me diera
tener una perenne inconcienscia infantil,
ser del reino del día y de la primavera,
del ruiseñor que canta y del alba de abril!

¡Ah, ser pueril, ser puro, ser canoro, ser suave
—trino, perfume o canto, crepúsculo o aurora—,
como la flor que aroma la vida… y no lo sabe,
como el astro que alumbra las noches… y lo ignora!

Lo mas increible es que recordé las dos primeras líneas y como hace unos meses mi papá me regaló un libro con toda la poesía de Silva lo pude buscar a partir de lo que me acordaba. Mas extraño aún es que resulta muy apropiado para los tiempos que vivo. Y que alegría me acordarme de estas memorias de mi infancia.

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Gerito cumplió dos años en el mes de abril, aquí las fotos de la celebración en casa de los abuelos.

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Pio Joaquín en Miami

Pio Joaquín estuvo unos días en Miami y le tomaron unas fotos muy profesionales. Aquí el link a estas fotos.

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Comienza la primavera

El fin de semana pasado fue el último día del invierno y el primer día de la primavera. El sábado fue muy primaveral el clima y aprovechamos para salir a caminar por todo Arlington. Estuvimos en la biblioteca en la recientemente renovada área para niños. Aquí las fotos de ese paseo.

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