Worst photo: March, 17 2012 (St. Patrick´s Day)
MY LIFE IN (not so) SHORT
THE VERY SAD STORY OF MY LIFE
When I was a child (1955-1968)
I was born in Santiago on January 6, 1955. I studied primary school at the Rafael Sanhueza Lizardi school, the Valentín Letelier High School and the No. 57 School, all public state and free schools. My parents separated when I was around 3 years old, in 1958, and got back together when I was 13 in 1968.
After a big earthquake in Santiago (1965, La Ligua) that left us without a home, I lived in the Santiago Poblacion, of which we were founders. It was one of the worst neighborhoods in the city, located next to the Zanjón de la Aguada. During the "Operacion Sitio," under the presidency of Eduardo Frei Montalva, heavy machinery passed over agricultural land and emergency half-walls were installed. Despite everything, I have the happiest memories of those years. Later, the Corvi built houses in the same area. My childhood was very happy and normal in all other aspects, except for money. In the Poblacion, we were all very close and felt like one big family. I shared some memories of those beautiful years in "Cuando vivía en Chuchunco City." A video of what the Santiago Poblacion, located next to Los Nogales, looked like when we first arrived can be seen here.
Teenager (1969-1973)
In 1969, I lived in Arica while studying my first year of high school at the Liceo Humanístico Científico. At 14 years old, my path of perversion began: I took my first sips of alcohol, failed my class and became a rebel without a cause, which earned me a healthy stay in Ancud (Chiloé) for the next 4 years.
The unforgettable Liceo de Hombres de Ancud: my crib. Next to it was the glorious Fire Brigade, in whose hall I got drunk punctually every Saturday during my 4 years of high school (1970-1973). I don't think I missed a single Saturday.
Ancud was a city of strong emotions for me, where I have suffered the most and where I keep the most beautiful memories of my life. I have written quite a bit about those years that marked my life and my personality. One of my favorite blog entries about that time is called "Menos mal que los favores son gratis" ("Luckily favors are free"). That's how it was, just like that.
I was on this class trip in 1973, but I didn't pose for the photo. Several of my classmates were like surrogate brothers during those difficult years. In 1974, after completing my secondary education at the glorious Liceo de Hombres, I came to apply to university in Arica, which saved me from certain death by cirrhosis.
Inacap (1974-1975)
However, I didn't score high enough and wasn't accepted into university. That's how I ended up studying electronic technician at Inacap, a program offered in partnership with the Federico Santa María University. Since I had been a very good student in high school, I obtained my degree without major difficulties. I tell the amusing story of my time there in my blog post "Ese Inacap de antes" ("That Inacap from before"). In the meantime, my father passed away and we found ourselves (once again) in absolute poverty.
Of course, Inacap was a bit uglier in my time. But in the cafeteria, we could drink beer and we addressed the professors informally. I have very fond memories of my classmates and professors.
University (1978-1984)
After burning several televisions and experiencing several embarrassments because I couldn't assemble what I had taken apart, I realized that I didn't have a knack for technical work, and my enthusiasm for it evaporated.
So I took one of the few audacious steps of my life and applied to university again, without a penny to my name. This time, I scored only average, but it allowed me to join the group of mediocrely gifted students (I've always had trouble concentrating during long tests). In university, I also completed my degree without any problems and was always among the top students, despite having to work (and find jobs) to pay for my studies.
My time at Inacap was very helpful because I had excellent math and electronics professors, particularly Galleguillos in math and Benigno Cerviño in electronics. With what they taught me, I passed the math cycle and the basics of electronics with great ease.
Zona Franca de Iquique, as an employee (1981-1985)
Among the many miserable jobs I had, I was introduced to Gabriel Abusleme, the manager of a firm that represented Casio Computer in the Zona Franca de Iquique. The first microcomputers were arriving in Chile, and they needed someone to take charge of sales as a commission agent. I had always had a great ability to program, so the job was perfect for me. It allowed me to earn a small commission on sales and also to sell my own programs. The company also benefited because in 1980, there was no one more capable than me of creating commercial programs, and that was the only way to sell these exotic toys. Plus, I didn't cost them anything because I didn't have a salary.
After I was fired from that company - we'll get to that - I was angry with Abusleme for several years, but we reconciled over time, and today he is one of my best friends. Practically everything I know about business, social behavior, and similar things, I learned from him and from Don Zvi Posner, who owned the company, another extraordinary person. Those years in the Zona Franca were like a second university - that was my true post-graduate education.
From that time, I am proud to have created many commercial systems on an 8-bit computer with a total memory of 32Kb. Those programs worked without problems for many years and gave me a good professional reputation in this area.
My dearest Casio Fx-900P. The workhorse that gave me food between the years 1981-1986
Around the world (1983)
As time went on, I started doing well and moved beyond sales to take charge of purchasing and marketing for the Japanese. In Japan, marketing is understood more as a commercial intelligence job than advertising, so I had to send them a daily report by telex on gossip, trends, figures, etc. This allowed me to greatly improve my English (self-taught, through "Penthouse") and develop friendly relationships with almost all of the area managers at Casio in Japan. I was almost overwhelmed with surprise when we received this letter.
Finally, as a prize for the top salesperson, they sent me to Tokyo in an invitation giveaway. By changing my first-class ticket for a "around the world" one, I was able to make the trip Miami-Los Angeles-Tokyo-Hong Kong-Macao-Bangkok-Dehli-Frankfurt-Paris-London-New York-Miami. That's the whole trip. From poverty to luxury in just a few hours.
With my good friends Satoh and Itoh in the Keio Plaza. Tanifuji took the photo
I even had my own office in the company, I felt a bit like the King of the World in those years of wine and roses. In the background, my dear friend the Casio Fx-9000P looks at me and seems to think "Take care tomasito, see that the good always lasts little", Here you can see a few pictures of my life as a worker in the Free Trade Zone
When I fell apart (1984, it seems)
During those years (83 - 84, I think) I met Pilar who was my first girlfriend seriously and ended up being the only woman in serious to date, and until I stretched my leg, I hope. I had not thought of it before, but it is very rare in these times to have only one girlfriend. We are not married but it is the same as if we were married, we have a son, Tomás Jr.
"todo tiempo pasado fue anterior": my first car, my first shock, my first girlfriend. Year 1984 with the Francis, Buche, Pilar, me and Matute, in front of the mythological department of Juan Burro
Unemployed 1 and 2 (1986-1990)
After a few years they kicked me out of that company because I was lazy - a trend that has always accompanied me - since I was going to work only a day or two of the week. When they told me I had to meet schedule I packed my things and left indignant.
And I stayed with my arms crossed, until they offered to take charge of the opening of another computer company in Arica owned by a Bolivian-American. Since I had to organize Arica-Tacna businesses, I became an authority in contraband and rare business. After a year and the thing was placed heavy and I thought that to continue in that job could end up imprisoned that is how I resigned again.
Friends and partners (1984-to this day)
At that time I was advising and maintaining my programs in a company that represented Pioneer that maintained an important staff of advisors, where we came to form a team of friends that I still have, most of the Faculty of Administration and Economics of the University of Tarapacá, including the dean of that time and several professors. That's how with two of them we created a company consultant who, although she never lacked the work, spent the money with a speed much greater than what it entered. After two years, we disarmed her chivalrously and to this day we continue the same (or more) of friends than before.
Millionaire wannabe (1989-1992)
Then appeared a millionaire cousin who got me into a commercial venture in Zona Franca, where after three years of business dolce vita I left without a peso, sick with nerves and with a mountain of debt like I had never had in my life. Of course I learned lots of that experience, that was a post-doctorate in "life" that opened my eyes a lot and served me for my future work. In this link you can read about one of my hairiest adventures in Bolivia during those years when I was going to get rich doing nothing.
Chile Joven and Jefas de Hogar (1992 or so)
After the catastrophe, I began to make classes of the Chile Joven program and Heads of Home, the first programs created by Fosis. Although it was ruinous for my finances, that experience gave me enormous personal satisfactions. Today I see with joy that many of my students who were then "vulnerable" -as the poor are said today-have developed very well, personally and professionally, in fact most of them are much better than me, with that I am well paid A few pictures as a teacher can be seen here.
Courts and Regiment Dolores (1992-2000)
In 1992, I began my current work by making shyly the first investment projects for the Judiciary in Arica. I earned a misery for the first three years, but from '94 I "stuck the stick to the cat" and started earning money (it was about time). In those years I put together enough for the best investment of my life, in The Story of my House you can read a passionate soap opera about what was my castle which still shelters us despite being quite ruinous, because of my violent financial ups and downs.
My house was very close to be auctioned, because an unpaid debt, but the bell saved us, because of that trial I aged about 10 years and I dropped half of the little hair that is left in just a couple of months. But we get away and everything goes well ... for the moment. Read the story of the house that is fun.
In those same years (1994 or so) I started to sell my programs in the glorious Artillery Regiment No. 6 "Dolores" where I spent many good years keeping the software for purchasing power stations that I had sold to them, I made many good friends and I learned things useful and interesting of the profession of the military.
Unemployed 3 (1999-2001)
Years passed and in 1999 local politicians discovered that they could steal the money that I was winning, and that's how I was - again - unemployed. The sad story can read it HERE
After a few hard years, little by little I began to stabilize with private investment projects and consultancies, I formed with some friends Santa Cruz Consultants and I was also in a Santiago-based company of Internet services and advice. Sometimes they went out very big business and other times I worked a lot for nothing, but in general terms I lived working hard and earning enough, that is, I had what I always wanted.
Although the lame cows were not lacking as in all independent work, I always had the resource of teaching that I put down when I start to make water or when I get bored of doing nothing. I do not like to do classes, but I am well esteemed as a teacher by my employers and students, so it helps me sometimes to get by.
Weird bussiness (2000-2007)
I spent the next 7 years dedicated to rare business until I was laid off again at the end of 2007.
More rare businesses (2008-2009)
After I lived a while of my savings and when they were finished I went through a series of even rarer issues that included a few months managering a sex bar (2008) a dangerous trip to the Peruvian Amazon (2008) and the only "real" work that I have had in my life in the Municipality of Tacna (2008), where for the first time I had to present a curriculum, sign a contract and meet schedules. I endured six months until December 2008, but I had a fabulous time, making many good friends in Tacna that I still have today.
Back to school (2009-2018)
In April 2009, when I was about to die of malnutrition, they remembered me at the School of Businesss of Universidad de Tarapacá, where I worked as a lecturer for three years (2009-2011). I took the opportunity to study an MBA in management and business management, but that work did not give me or liked me much so I went back to a semi-layoff
That's how in 2011 I was left with a temporary job, which allowed me to keep my head above water for almost 7 years, until I had enough to buy a small car. It was a very nice matter, consisting of being a master's and undergraduate thesis professor. Something that did not cost me anything because I love reading and As I have very broad general knowledge, I could help students get good theses. This lasted until December 2018
Unemployed 4 (2019 - ????)
And since January 2019 I began to spend the few savings, until June, when I started living with the High Auspice of my wife and my dear mother-in-law. Like the biblical curses, it seems that I have cycles of 7 years of good luck followed by another 7 of skinny cows, it has always been fulfilled. My last good year was 2007 so I'll have to wait until 2014, I'm fried.
Update: arrived 2019 and I still do, something is wrong with the cycles seems,
Bradanovic or Bradanovich?
My last name is actually Bradanovich, but I write it "Bradanovic", for a little craziness, snobbery or whatever I like more the surname without the "h" at the end and that's why I write it that way, that -for the rest - is the original and correct spelling. Well, that only shows that we all have our share of snobbies, right?
The trailer (2000 - 2005)
I lived for five years in a trailer on the edge of the beach. Well, semi-living because much of the day was spent in my house fixed with mine.
GENEALOGY
This is the last of my craziness. As I get older I have become interested in discovering old family stories as well as those of my dead relatives. This is how to build blogs from my maternal family, and my father's family and the complete Genealogical and Anecdotal Antecedents of the Bradanovic Pozo family that you can see by clicking on the link.
I have come as far as the year 507 AD. with my 31st tatarabulo, called Ariamiro. For the maternal family I have direct descendants of many characters of great historical relevance, as my cousin Leo says "we are more rancid than butter". I invite you to visit the blog A genealogical and anecdotal background of the Bradanovic Pozo family, it is amazing to know more than 10,000 direct and collateral relatives in more than 14 centuries.
VITAL STATISTICS
Full name: Juan Tomas Bradanovich Pozo
Curriculum Vitae (Resume)
Date of birth: January 6, 1955
Height: 1.71m Weight 78kg
Marital status: Single, but as if married, a son
Education: Electronic Technician (1977 Technical University Federico Santa Maria), Electronic Execution Engineer (1986 University of Tarapaca), Master in Business Management and Management-MBA (2010 University of Tarapaca)
First job: Commission commissioner
Pets: a German shepherd dog (Beppy) update: QEPDun
Trips: three to the USA, several to Peru, two to Bolivia, one to Argentina and one around the world (several countries)
Sports: None, never, only when I learned to swim (like at 30) I had a two-year flirt with swimming
Last interesting book: Road to Serfdom (F. Hayek)
Newspapers and favorite magazines: El Mercurio, Esquire, Scientific American. Mampato, Reader's Digest
Favorite website: http://www.marqueze.net, for its interesting material ... of computation
News groups on the list: chile.soc.politica, chile.comp.pc, chile.rec.sexo, rec.travel.latinamerica, microsoft.public.es.vb, microsoft.public. outlook, microsoft.public.ie5
Favorite music: Jazz-blues. boleros, tropical, rock of the 70's
Favorite song: Me and Bobby Mc Gee (J. Joplin), Paladar (S. Roriguez), Stormy Weather (Billy Holiday)
Favorite movie: We had loved each other so much, La Familia, La Dolce Vita, almost all the cinema of Ettore Scola, Fellini, etc.
They say favorite: "Many hands kill the baby"
Member of: Radio Club de Arica, IEEE, Computer Society IEEE, Chamber of Commerce of Arica
Annual income: between $ 2,000,000 (bad year) and $ 17,000,000 (good year)
Assets to i nobre: US $ 3,000 approx
Debts $ 0 I do not owe a penny anymore!
Shoe number: 40 (normal for height)
Favorite programming language: Visual Basic for Applications
Second language: English (defective, especially spoken)
Favorite places: Arica (Chile), Putre (Chile), Hong Kong, Santa Cruz de la Sierra (Bolivia), Mendoza (Argentina)
Favorite nationality: Italians (as), I love them
Favorite food: Cheese, pasta
Alcoholic beverage: Beer, RonRico
Vehicles: Honda CRX HF, Volksvagen Beetle 1978, Chevrolet Cheyenne 1500, Mitsubishi Colt GLX, Rodante Discovery 1999, Toyota Vitz (Yaris Sport) 1999
Self-dreamed: VW Beetle Cabriolet, 1960
This is a video that I made for the curriculum (heck, I'm old)
Pics with some people I admire
Not all are friends of mine, but I am proud to meet them
This was a picture with Arnold Harberger PhD, dean of School of Economy at University of chicago and founding father of chicago boys group, during a conference in Arica. Modern Chile owes him everithing, but Cerro San Cristobal. Dr. Harberger is an American Hero.
Personal preferences
Despite the apparency, I am very introverted an antisocial, my distracctions are mainly individual: I love reading from my chilgood, I must have read many thousand of books and magazines, I read everithing, even a phone book if I have nothing better, it is my vice: to eat alone, at bed and reading.
I also love painting and in my youth I was quite good ilustrating, I am a big fan of Picasso and my home used to be full of his reproductions I love also music (sorry in sapanish) and despite I have no musical knowledge for classic music at least I enjoy at “ear level” .Which I most enjoy is opera, specially Mozart´s “Don Giovanni”.
Regarding to popular music my tastes are quite eclectic, blues, jazz and great songs from 20-50 (Armstrong, Ella Fitzgerald, Billy Halliday, Bing Crosby, Cole Porter), corridos norteños from Mejico, boleros and valses peruanos drive me crazy, I also enjoy salsa and caribe music, cumbias and some urban folklore (Soza, Silvio Rodriguez). I never lernt to dance and I feel in extreme upset when I have to do it, when I go to a disco I get mad, and there are no way I go out my chair unless I am completly drunk, which happen one or twicea year, then I dance like Travolta
I get sick with “folklore tradicional chileno”, andean music, enviromental music, new age and música “chicha” peruana.
The beach, the beers shared with friends and any other activity, normal to common people I enjoy, except the TV watch. I hate TV and will never in my life will purchase a TV set
And that´s all folks
Webs and Blogs
I am prolific in the web proudly Ariqueño Neto and I really LOVE my tiny town most of I publish in the web is due a communitary interest to share with another people my feeling of the nice who is living in Arica
Yers ago I was in charge of the municipal website, after a couple of years I was fired (my lazyness again) and I start the communitary website Infoarica
I run my personal blog and my personal website (both in spanish, sorry) and I attempted a blog in english at Facts and fictions besides my Old weblog at Blurty
And now, well, that´s all folks.
Now and then (How old I am!)
1 año, 1956 (mi foto más antigua, con mi hermana)
7 años, 1962
57 años 2012
60 años 2015
Uno de los sastres, pequeño de cuerpo, redondo de cara, malas barbas y peores hechos,
no hacía sino decir:
-¿Qué pude hurtar yo, si andaba siempre muriéndome de hambre?
(Francisco Quevedo, Sueño del Juicio Final)
61 años 2016
Encontré entre la ropa vieja una camisa militar que me "conseguí" cuando vendía mis programas en el Regimiento Dolores y me saqué esta foto disfrazado de falso terrorista con mi Glock de mentira en la mano. Que ridículo. En verdad jamás he disparado un arma de fuego -nunca en mi vida- les tengo mucho miedo, era solo una broma.
62 años 2017
Con el jockey Guinness que me regaló mi amigo el arquituerto, ¿parezco golfista o un poco finito? no estoy muy seguro
63 años 2018
Probablemente será la última o penúltima foto que me saque mientras me queda pelo en la cabeza, así es que armé todo un aparataje con iluminación para que se vean las arrugas, los cachetes mofletudos y demás. Ya viene la decadencia...
Corrección, salí DEMASIADO feo, así es que mejor la cambié por otra de la misma serie ja!
64 años, 2019
Al mal tiempo buena cara. Una larga cesantía se hace más llevadera si podemos conseguir una cerveza, no hay mal que dure cien años,... ni huemul que lo aguante.
Soy feliz, soy un hombre feliz y quiero
que me perdonen,
por este día los muertos de mi felicidad
Buena canción ¿no?
I grew old! Ya tengo 64 años
When I get older losing my hair
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a Valentine?
Birthday greetings bottle of wine
If I'd been out 'till quarter to three
Would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?
You'll be older too
And if you save the word
I could stay with you
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday morning go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds
Who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?
Every summer we can rent a cottage
In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck and Dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?
