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background noise.

When we speak of forms of relationship, of human groups called tribes, whose nexus between individuals is some kind of affinity displayed also other environmental factors that impact the game of relationships, internal power balances, which are the interaction and location in the environment.

Yes, indeed, in highly inbred, we tend to lose external benchmarks, and therefore to be drawn into the dynamics of the group for the directives given by the person exercising leadership.

In fact, we could say that this type of loss of contact with the reality of the environment could be equivalent to the act of falling in love: in many cases, similar to a psychotic episode of high intensity.

Already in the 60's, Stanley Milgram designed a set of experiments that sought to show that inbreeding pressure environments and extreme authoritarianism, however strong humanistic convictions we had we would be able to commit the most heinous acts.

On the other hand, if we speak from a psychiatric point of view, we could talk about shared psychotic disorder (DSM-IV F20.0), also called "folie a deux", a condition which creates a closed environment where there is a dominant personality, psychotic, which induces transiently closer to their environment the same psychotic behavior, and is capable of reasoning with consistency, even brilliantly, its conception ... the lack of external references does the rest.

In our daily work, so it is important to have interactions with our circle more or less intimate, and who occasionally called our attention.

is also true that in our system of relationship, weighs as much or more nonverbal than verbal, and it usually is also a valid reference point.

The tribes are organized in social networks, the behavior is quite similar to conventional tribes.

But in this case, we have an additional component, peculiar, that we manage: the absence of background noise.

At a meeting of tribal face structure, we have different external stimuli, which probably will not add much, but that may be of sufficient magnitude that we can not focus all our attention.

In an environment of network, communication typically delayed, we can create filters that allow us to isolate background noise.

fact Twitter is typical good morning greetings crowded, sometimes between users without any interaction, for my part I consider spam, and noise is a form of social ... noise can be filtered.

Our brain works normally this residual attention executes tasks of filtering and noise discrimination to reinforce attention to the message that is the focus of attention ... stimuli, the message clearly come to our limbic system.

If the communication is from one to many, but is one to one, for example, chat, audio or video, filtering is even greater ... In fact, we still have a limited view, focusing on someone else, and their views, ideas, desires, get a more clear in our unconscious ... is more difficult to find external benchmarks, and can potentially create inbred situations.

In the absence of noise, Therefore, the affinity can grow exponentially ...

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a catheter in the Perfidious Albion (London, day 7)

Today I woke up at eight, a sign that I'm gutted and it's time to go home. Fifteen minutes
the BBC morning show in bed and got under way. I went down to breakfast at nine and got to fully prepare for the luggage. The time limit output in this hotel is at 10. I left the suitcase and backpack to Candela, who was a receptionist again, and went for a walk in Kensington Gardens and Hyde Park, right next to the hotel. Did he Candela at the desk since yesterday evening when I saw her? Better not ask.
The day was gray and cold. However, hundreds of people strolled through the park with their dogs, exercised, rode horses or walked no apparent destination just like me. A girl ran up skipping. An Afghan hound walking with black fur coat. A beautiful house near the entrance. Who will live in it? No sitting on the grass. Due to snowfall in recent weeks, the grass was mixed with mud. Only a few ladies wearing Wellington boots ventured to tread that mud to play with their dogs. The others we stayed on the trail. A cocker spaniel with muddy feet went running up to me at high speed causing a moment of terror, not because I may be afraid of dogs, but because I had all the earmarks of tirárseme go over and get lost clothing. When I got up changed course and headed toward his master, who controlled the situation with a cry that stopped him short.
Winter Park is beautiful, despite the bare trees and the cold and moisture.
After a long walk back to the hotel I decided to retrieve the temperature of my nose. I sat in the lobby reading the newspaper. A 40-inch Japanese looked at me very seriously while I was trying to make her smile sacándole the tongue, putting cross-eyed and making cuddle. No way. Undaunted. The Japanese are taught from early childhood to keep the forms.
At noon I decided to take the road to the airport. Metro to Victoria station and from there the Gatwick Express train linking London lampshade to the airport in half an hour, without intermediate stops. Once there, another train terminal connecting the south with the north terminal. It reminds me that, on arrival, a English couple with your preteen trying to find the ticket office to pay the ride that train, it's free. They did not speak nothing, absolutely no English. The boy even wondered aloud how to say thanks English. That's when I flipped in color.
Since I could not check before two and a half, I decided to sit to eat to kill time. Over loudspeakers: "The passengers of British Airways flight bound for Bermuda xxxx ... .." No, it was my flight.
The suitcase weighed six and a half kilos more than the leg. I still think it is a mystery. Four books, a shirt and several packets of chocolate does not weigh six and a half kilos.
When passing the security check took off with the passenger who went through just before me. They made me wait but I played. They took the boots and police women felt every inch and then pass a metal detector manual. To avoid interrupting the passage, put it aside and continue the rest. He did not look Chechen widow about to immolate.
After a detailed inspection of the Duty Free shops sat down to read and observe the transit of passengers. I love seeing people with sandals and placed way of Alicante, where time is to go in flip flops. And several small groups of English students. What the hell do a Wednesday afternoon in January in an English airport?
are already on sale of souvenirs of the 2012 Olympics, to be held in London. Pets are two, because the poor have only one eye each. Going together can look at each one for one side. They look really ugly. I do not think passing on to posterity and will make a cartoon series for what will make these two with one eye each in a series?
A four-thirty we were called to board but we lost a lot of time because everybody had hand luggage and not clarified to place orders in the overhead cabinets.
appeared a couple with a newborn baby. I do not think he had much more than a week. It is difficult to know if you have it survive after the father in his arms, completely naked on that cold finger which was terrifying, while the mother was engaged to take all necessary gadgets to deliver the baby and stroller to the hostess at the door of the plane, while interrupting the access of other passengers. Parents. I am writing this piece from the plane and I'm realizing that the child has not said "moo" since we came. That is already stiff, sure. Among the last passengers
four individuals entered Indian-looking, with black turbans and beards thick black also. A shiver ran down my back. Quiet, quiet, these are not those who put bombs.
The flight left fifteen minutes late, at five and twenty-five. As we were late in leaving, we had a hole on the track waiting for takeoff. Raining copiously.
Most of the passage, except for new parents, the child died and I retired British were coming to the Algarve to play golf. The golf is a logical deduction to see out the luggage belt. These bags can not carry inside-in-law to travel cheap.
landed on time but the luggage was made to wait a bit. The tape will start and stop, start and stop. First came out about ten suitcases, and then we were waiting almost twenty minutes for the rest. The new father appeared with the girl next to the body, subject only to the palm of your hand. I knew it was corny girl by wearing ruffled the bubbler at the ankles. A whole maletón huge and the guy bent down to pick it up, bowing to the girl with him. When he grabbed the suitcase handle and made the effort to lift it by reflex force also made with the other hand, almost Crushers to the child. Several passengers were rushed to rescue the baby, or would it be to lynch the father? The mother were nowhere. That girl does not come alive in the Algarve, and it would be the second English quickly.
I waited for my favorite driver at the airport in Faro. We took a Coke and we caught up on news. Along the way it rained. We arrived around eleven and a half.
My home is my home. This is Siberia. The first thing I did upon entering was turning up the heat. I emptied the bag with the jacket because, until the exercise made me warm.
That's it.
The next trip, if nothing done, it will be in May and talk about carpet.

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a catheter in the Perfidious Albion (London, day 6)

I have no choice but to start today saying how upset I am with the negative attitude of some of my readers. According to Beefeater is a brand of gin and not whiskey, but the first time I hear the word "teetotaler" used as an insult.
On the other hand, I have requested a proof of travel, ie demonstrate that I am locked in my house writing this from my imagination and put pictures of cut and paste taken from the Internet. There he goes. I regret not having found a daily newspaper to hold it while I drew the picture. I hope that is sufficient and does not become to doubt the veracity of my stories.
Today I woke up at eight. I went down to breakfast once a quarter to ten and I set off to the British Museum, which opens at ten. I took the tube to Tottenham Court Road and had to walk about five minutes until the start of the museum. 20 years since my last visit. The content remains the same, but the continent has changed slightly. In 2000 opened the new main hall, a circular room brightly lit by a glass dome.
Almost all civilizations are represented in the British Museum sausages by the English explorers. They are there until one of the dolls of Easter Island.
The most flagrant case is that of Lord Elgin, who came from Greece Acropolis carrying half by the year 1800, when he was ambassador at Constantinople. Then Greece belonged to the Ottoman Empire.
Caryatid I \u200b\u200bwas looking for it, with his five sisters, she bore the weight of the Erechtheion. Five sisters who are in the New Acropolis Museum in Athens with a gap between them waiting around for it. Friezes, metopes, sculptures, architectural pieces and objects form the Greek collection. There is even a whole memorial, big as a house. In a room
dedicated to Asia, a Burmese man with mad face looked closely at the statue of a seated Buddha brought from Burma. It is assumed that these gadgets are sacred. The statue was great to move into a truck. How do you do to get an artifact of the size of a country without provoking a popular uprising? It is as if we invade and try to get the Christ of the Great Power or the Macarena from Seville to a museum abroad. It is God's.
The area of \u200b\u200bthe museum that I like is that of Egyptian mummies. I am not alone. That was the most crowded room full of school, Japanese and other tourists. What are morbid! My
favorite mummy is a pharaoh or a member of the nobility. It's a dead man who got into a hole in the desert, no box or anything. The guy is crouched face down, which seems to be sleeping so happy in his glass case. Is well preserved because the sand absorbing moisture from the body. So it is not eaten by bugs.
After visiting the museum drum step, I took the subway bound for St. Paul. Carefully to see the museum may take two or three years, I reckon. No wonder I stopped along the way what the hell was laughing skeleton photo.
In St. Paul began to put the time ugly, very ugly. Would not visit the cathedral, but crossing Millennium Bridge to the Tate Modern. I told this already last year but I will repeat again that you are fit. The pedestrian bridge is designed as Norman Foster. Shortly after inauguration had to be closed to the public because it was moving a lot. And keep moving, I certify. When you reach the other side of the river between the Tate Modern, a former power station converted into a museum of modern art. I got the snot falling from the cold I went across the river. "
In the turbine hall half the space was dedicated to not know what to call it, whose creator is a very ugly Chinese with little embarrassed to be called Ai Weiwei. In an area of \u200b\u200b1000 m2 is run by the soil hundred million sunflower made porcelain, painted one by one hand for a few Chinese. And they call it art.
On the upper floors of the museum there are things I'm going to refrain from counting and did not want to shoot out of modesty. One room is called "Surrealism and Beyond." The title is well chosen. A filthy blanket roll on the ground, two dead gray pigeons with respective arrows nailed to the wall, I'm afraid some objects represented droppings and a nondescript iron structure were what caught my attention. I left there
satiated so much art, ready to boldly cross the bridge, despite the light rain, wind and cold. And my umbrella in the hotel.
I arrived safely to the subway station and went to Westminster, to monitor the development of preparations for the wedding of Prince William and Kate Middleton at the Abbey. Upon reaching the door I found with surprise that now charge 16 pounds for the input. Either my memory fails or the other two times I visited was free. As I was not going to pay 16 pounds to see the same movie a third time, I turned around and looked for a place to eat. I will see the Abbey on the inside when you put the wedding on TV and the pictures of Hello. Again
subway towards Leicester Square to go to the bookshop Foyles in Charing Cross Road. Besides the books, the charm of this library is in its cafeteria. It has a tiny stage for live performances. The staff sits on a thick dark wood tables are shared, but not to know who sit by your side. They have free wifi, so it's full of people with their laptops. I had to share a table with a figure of about 30 years, blond, with hair slicked back and Bigotina 20's who kept typing on his MacBook. Like something out of a novel by EM Forster.
After resting there for a while and it was dark legs, I went for a last tour of Harrods and then to Marble Arch a few days I've been watching people get on the subway at the stop in Marble Arch bags with a store called Primark. The bags are paper and people will take to fill up the stands. Deduction: near Marble Arch is a clothing store cheap, very cheap. The name sounded familiar, but could not remember what. Nothing more to the surface I found myself confronted by the store. It is the latter that there is in Oxford Street and yesterday I had to see because it is right after a field where two huge buildings are built. Viewed from the other side, it seems that there is nothing of interest after the work. Why not continue until the end of the street.
I went and found the paradise of the working classes. 2 pounds shirts, socks to 1 pound t to 3 pounds to 8 pounds jerseys. The quality, of course, leaves much to be desired, but the designs are not all bad. It's a relief to see that these people do not have to go naked. No, I did not buy anything.
I have witnessed in recent days the British have greatly improved the way they dress. Years ago had a depraved taste for clothes. Now wear much better. What I do not quite like are the shoes of the man who put the costumes for young workers. Son of shoelaces, classic but with the toe pointed. Today I saw someone who was like a Japanese woman with bound feet because the toe was so sharp that he could not flex the foot while walking.
bought dinner at Mark & Spencer and returned to the hotel. Today I have beaten to death.
I had a moment of panic at not working internet connection. I went down to reception to talk with Candela, which for the name and you can imagine where it is. Reset the modem and everything returned to normal.
In short I'm going to bed.
Goodnight.

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a catheter in the Perfidious Albion (London, day 5)

Yesterday, before turning off the light to sleep, I opened the drawer of the bedside table, out of curiosity. You never know what is going to find in a drawer unknown. There was a Bible. On the other hotel there was no Bible in the drawer. Not that I go to sit and read, but it does have some security a Bible in the drawer.

woke about seven-thirty, but I stayed until eight watching TV. The BBC's morning show is very entertaining. I went down to breakfast. I refrained from eating hot dogs, beans with tomatoes or mushrooms. I focused on softer things not to tempt the devil. This time my stomach is acting like a champion. Cherry Coke is creating a protective layer on the stomach lining that prevents any discomfort.

At half past nine I took the subway towards Oxford Street. From that hour is cheaper. I can say that I went into each and every one of the shops on the street, except Zara, Stradivarius and Massimo Dutti. Also, I can confirm that the sales, leaving only the poster of four unusable or too expensive cloths and the two things I bought, which are by no means useless and were inexpensive.

met a clerk of Cordoba. Take one and a half living here and says it is unable to control the English, that "x" the "s" will be impossible to pronounce. He had a very strong accent, the kind of "sai" instead of "six."

After visiting the street up and down both sidewalks, I sat in a pub to eat a delicious tomato basil soup and a piece of apple pie with custard.

The ladies room was occupied, literally occupied by a large black lady who apparently was responsible for the cleaning. We had to make a superhuman effort to avoid physical contact with her.

After these restorative food, I went into Regent Street, where the first thing I did was go into the Apple Store to play with the iPad. I do not need an iPad iPad not need a I do not need an IPAD, do not need a iPad iPad not need a I do not need an iPad. Were giving a course of treatment program management photo Aperture 3. I sat for a while and learned a few things I did not know. I do not need an iPad iPad not need a I do not need an IPAD, do not need a iPad iPad not need a I do not need an iPad. I tried headphones 300 pounds that proved its value in spades. IPod was plugged into a pear. I still need an iPad, I still need an iPad, I still need an iPad, I still need an iPad, I still need an iPad, I still need an iPad.

Then I went to Liberty, a Tudor-style building that contains the store famous for its floral fabrics. They sell many things, but his paintings of flowers are the brand of the house. There were hundreds of rolls of fabric with different designs. elevator, lined with carved wood, it must be like a box of dead faces. At least that is the feeling I had.

I went into the store to find one of the orders I have made for this trip. It clear that I do not care at all to find what you're asking me is that you ask some very strange things. Among the best, so far, an edition of "The Prince" in Gaelic, which I bought in Ireland last year, and I had to buy Liberty: a shower cap decorated with a floral prints of the shop. I also had to go into HMV (his master's voice) to find an album, "Music for the Duke of Lerma." The head of the classical music section looked at me freaked when hearing the title. I searched the computer and there, but has been discontinued. Sorry, Ana I were you dropped me on the Internet. There may be a crime if you tried to buy it and no way.

Today I learned a new word in English. I went into a shoe store. When I wanted to try on a shoe, I ordered a ... ... a .... A ... .. How do you say shoe in English? Shoehorn.

I was in Hamley's, the toy several stories where you get a man with top hat, an individual dressed in Alice in Wonderland or something, and a giant yellow wig brandishing two guns firing plastic bubbles. When you exit the escalator on the second floor, a magician pulled out from behind my ear a red ball. A clown tried to tease a little girl. A clerk was a remote controlled car shows spectacular. In the penultimate floor, the section of Harry Potter. A glass case containing the broom. Another display case containing the wands of all the characters in the books. All complete with a sheet labeled with the name of the owner. A replica of Dobby the watched carefully.

At Piccadilly Circus I took the subway to Victoria to find a store that did not sell what you were looking for, so I decided to return to the hotel to rest a while. After eating the temperature fell sharply. On leaving Lancaster Gate underground street was wet. It had rained.

At half past seven turned out. I took the subway bound for the Tower of London. At 21:25 hrs was cited at the west gate to witness the Ceremony of the Keys. If you arrive a minute late and do not let you go. I was in time to see exactly where it went. My intention was to take a look, find a place for dinner and return at the appointed time.

On the subway I observed the public. Funny how the subway. See people of all countries of the world and different colors. On the subway people do everything. Many are read, eat or dine while others go back and forth. Sounds like a mess, with the shit that is caught in the subway. Some people go to something super exciting playing on your iPhone. The excitement makes them tap the screen in such a way that will break any day. There are those who sell paintings. Some people will sleep, who will praying, who laughs alone. Yesterday there was one that even said aloud: "Bloody Tourists" (Damn tourists!) And won the glare of a dozen tourists, myself included.

We were at the Ceremony of the Keys. I got about eight and a quarter and then found the right place. I asked the police guarding the gate to be sure. controlled the situation, I started looking for a place to dine. Impossible mission. All fast food places were closed and bolted, bypassing the time of the tumult of tourists. Choosing a restaurant in nearby St. Katherine's Docks would have meant late for the ceremony. Sit still would have ended with my death by freezing. I decided to walk. I walked up to Tower Bridge. Just before reaching the middle of the bridge you can stop to observe the hearing. Docked within walking distance was the HMS Belfast battleship World War 2. On the left, the glass building of the Government of London. After a while there, taking a cold death, I went to the Tower of London to expect them to be the 21:25 hours exactly. I sat on a concrete block that serves bank or ice cube, depending on time of year. They arrived the other 14 people invited to the ceremony. Entries are requested by mail for months de antelación. Te las envían con tu nombre impreso. Tengo que agradecer a María Dixon que se encargara de conseguírmela.

Llegada la hora exacta, uno de los guardianes de la Torre, que se llaman Beefeaters

como el whisky, aunque es el whisky el que se llama como los Beefeaters, vino a buscarnos a la reja llamándonos uno a uno por el nombre. El tío, muy serio, nos fue llevando por el interior de la Torre explicándonos detalles de la misma. Poco a poco su seriedad se convirtió en buen humor y acabamos riéndonos con él.

The ceremony is to close the doors of the Tower just as it has done over the last 700 years, without missing a day. Involving two Beefeaters and a group of soldiers from those that carry high cap of black hair. It turns out that hair bonnet are not merely decorative tin soldiers. Tonight's just returned from Afghanistan. As soon as the ceremony ended, they dress in camouflage and Tower patrol with machine guns. One of them, hearing the Beefeaters reach, which makes noise when stepping on the cobblestone floor as though they tap shoes, draws his gun and establishing a dialogue between him and a Beefeater:

- "Who's there?"

- "Keys"

- "What keys?"

- "The keys to the Reina Isabel "

-" That pass the keys to the Queen Elizabeth. All is well. "

climb a ladder from the top of the same soldier plays the trumpet. Exactly at that time begin to sound the ten bells in the clock tower. The trumpeter was of being so numb with cold as us because they came out very refined melody. There the story ended. The Beefeater accompanied us to the exit door telling stories of life in the Tower. Beefeaters thirties living there with their families. From twelve o'clock is strictly forbidden to enter or exit. Means that the teenage son of Beefeater has a very limited social life.

At ten o'clock and ten were out of there. On the subway was going into heat after being outdoors for two degrees of temperature for over an hour. Luckily I came to take my hat Andean protect the ears. But it was worth enduring the cold to witness something so unique.

The junk shop there at the subway exit I solved the problem of dinner.

of pneumonia, however, no one saves me.

Goodnight.