12 days Santiago [11] 
Sunday 5 September, "Día del Patrimonio Nacional", a mixture of folk-festival, Heritage Days and Long Night of Museums. I'm back anyway in Santiago and was planning to go to the Museo Bellas Artes, on the way through the Parque Forstal I look for a while a children's duathlon, then I will stay long in front of the museum, where live music is played and in costume is Cueca, Chilean National Dance danced. First, from a group in the finer dresses, boots and ponchos signs of "Huaso rico", more landlords are as small farmers. Are you musically and dance pretty well, in the end they call people from the audience to dance to, and rotate to any sheet, and all jump with white handkerchiefs. Anyone who has none, at least pulls out a tempo.
makes Following a folk group bear with three singers sound check, the identical cut mini-dresses in the national colors, the first Cueca is so shrill and controls that I leave the spectacle and the Interior of the museum going. In Museo Bellas Artes the permanent exhibition with free admission is open, thematically (portraits, body, holding the founding years of the museum exactly 100 years ago) sized rooms with fine parquet floors, the building itself is already a gem. Sad fact is, we will tell me before the last photo shown here, kindly but firmly, to take pictures ... 
(Last photo: A picture of what I like anyway, like "La carta de amor" by the Chilean Painter Pedro Lira. Since I knew that I could not take pictures, but the similarity in the attitude was too tempting ...) In Muesum
are quite a few people, especially many families with young children but also young couples or small groups of young people. I am in Germany itself is very rare in the museum, as is actually with us? Sundays are many families in the museum? I can not remember it.
then shot a great round through the city (unfortunately I have a hand puppet that made me 5 years ago went every Sunday to the center, locate it, not this year, maybe they have stopped) and as long summer in the Plaza de Armas sat up I was caught a dove - the will, it says here, good luck.
Later in the round I accidentally - because this city has 6 million people and you meet is still random, I have on the road already met people from my hometown in Germany - my poet met, then together we have looked at another Cueca-performance, popular this time, the men in sandals, the women as less than the country as from "poblaciones" dressed. The atmosphere is even better than at the beginning, especially since this group, the folk trappings intensively operates a nasty joke after another and the audience turns over themselves. This demonstration, says my poet, and the white folk in what he says is "autentiquísimo," said a veritable 18th September (it all comes down) would have never experienced in the capital, and in the end he can even be tempted to dance - and he admits me breathless, he had since the dictatorship, and his departure from the rural South is no longer done . After a few purely Cuecas be submitted in fact we, the audience again asked to participate, not just rhythm, one should applaud, but pulling out handkerchiefs and dancing, and they dance. For me impressed that the boys join in the same way as the old, the girls like sneakers the men in suits, the bleached Mami just as the Lord who carries on the fine pants a poncho, and the cool guys with Rocker T-shirts, waving dreadlocks and earrings with tempo, dance clap and workmanlike manner as with the Rural women dressed older ladies. 
