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LA VETERINARY MEDICINE AND ME (Berrios Patricio Etchegaray) My life pre-college

VETERINARY AND I (Chapter corrected but not increased)

My professional life has developed in the field of veterinary medicine and specifically in the specialty projected animal virology research and university teaching. In this I will refer to personal anecdotes Berrios Patricio Etchegaray, DVM, Ph.D. (Ph.D.), professor at the University of Chile, and veterinary medicine, framed in the investigation of animal viruses and the teaching of the virus and disease.

I explain three situations that were really important in this from veterinary medicine and me. Primary situations that relate to how I started studying veterinary, how I started working in the veterinary area, and finally to how I came to college to teach my specialty.

I. - Of how I came to study at university veterinary

The truth is that never in my life before college had met a veterinarian, nor knew what it was the vet ... had not heard of veterinarians and veterinary. However, I must admit I had known to act as a veterinary surgeon, my father saw him act as a veterinarian when he saved our dog Bobby, an Irish Setter, trained as Warren, but was tailed retriever, who had been poisoned with strychnine, and was in the past. Dr. Berrios, an obstetrician, was applied slowly, with the proverbial calm that has my dad, intravenously, an anesthetic that counteracts the action of the venom. On the other hand, my dad controlled the health status of slaughtered meat in Curepto. There was no vet in town I insist. The classified in grade 1 and 2, if he did in 2 butchers came to claim because obviously these meats grade 2 were less price ... Even my dad once diagnosed rabies in pigs Hualañé. All infectious disease veterinarian.

I went to study veterinary circumstantially. By a sum of random events that are only part of the destiny of each, written from one destination is born ... I had excellent grades in high school, and the truth is I had more affinity for the letters in biology ... but in high school at that time got a good score of 29 points on 35 or less. What encouraged me to introduce myself to medicine in the "U". I was not. The last thing he did came with 606 points and I got 602, but ... in the range 602 and 606 points were about 200 applicants ....

With my friend Rodolfo V. Iglesias, classmate at the Instituto San Martín de Curico, son of an agricultural engineer nicknamed "the vet" because he worked in rabbits, whom I met at the Escuela Agrícola de Molina and the Romeral We present a veterinary "U" and we accepted. I remember that Mr. Palacios secretary of the School of Veterinary Medicine did not want us to register that we had too many high scores for veterinary ... With a little help from Dr. Lautaro Pinochet V. we that strange barrier and were admitted to the "U". I remember we went to school in late May, delayed because the new construction did not have the glasses made, it was the new veterinary school, a modern building which replaced the old school located in the Quinta Normal.


II .- On how I started working in veterinary medicine in FMD

seems yesterday when I started working on FMD in the Bacteriological Institute, where he entered led by a sum of coincidences. It had been his good months without finding work, going to get hit where I met my little political walls for some specialty veterinary vocation could not overcome. Even I must admit, I was about to sign for the Radical Party, aided by radical Rep. Juan Martinez-Camps (Guatemalan, or left) stepfather of a friend of mine, Don Juan was a beautiful person highly educated, very refined, and turn subtly pushed by my maternal grandmother, who was dying of liver cancer, who told me almost word for word: duck, if you do not sign for a party you will not find work in Chile, do it and keep your way of thinking. I always thanked my grandmother's advice because it was so realistic and practical. She died a couple of months before I headed into work ...

But in the end, did not manage to sign anything, because by chance of fate it happened that one day I went to downtown Santiago to withdraw some pictures of my mother when I ran into a classmate and received and was working at the SAG, who upon learning that he had not hit any, I said in the Bacteriological Institute was something to paint mine. I replied, half bitter, that my friends I had not been considered Institute, nor had called me or anything. At this my friend Gaston B. Ferriere challenged me and told me to go immediately to speak, directly, and I moved and was not sitting waiting for the mountain come to me. I ignored him! The Institute

Dr. Miguel Norambuena G. gave me a book Virology, Medical Virology, who was called by the surname of the author or the Rivers, to read it and I will discuss next Monday (it was a Friday). I read with my bad English, and on Monday I answered your question of how he found the book, saying that the part of human viral diseases such as smallpox, chickenpox, measles and polio, among others, I knew because my dad was a surgeon and he spoke of these diseases usually ... but ... that with respect to the chapter on physical chemistry and biochemistry viral had understood nothing, absolutely nothing, well ... almost anything, therefore I stopped to retire expressing, however, I liked the virus since it had microbiology at the School of Veterinary Medicine. I was going when Dr. Nora yells, his deep voice indescribable, bring an apron for Dr. Berrios who is working with us. To my surprise face, I said it was because I was the only candidate for the office had told the truth. So I started working in the diagnosis of FMD by complement fixation test. Thus began the strange and exciting world of the virus.

affinity did not last long with my boss, asking me to wear ties at work I told him that I did not like wearing a tie and less in a laboratory, which was almost alone and very close to lighters. The second I said the same thing, I cried Dr. and point tie yourself! I put it without telling: Luckily you are a socialist! So there was no more initial empathy. Zapatero was never, nor flattering ...

last 3 years and 3 months in the laboratory of FMD, but not before traveling to Maracay Venezuela on a course that dealt Virus (ATOS) Living Modified. In the meantime I got married. The truth is that at that time did not know much of virology and immunology, less infectious, but some of FMD.


III .- How I started working as a professor at the University

joined by a great chance to practice in the university. He was one day walking down a hallway of the laboratories of the Institute of Veterinary Microbiology Section Bacteriological when I felt, and not exaggerating, my whole body was telling me alarmed, do not miss the opportunity to go to the "U", remember that there is a scholarship to study virology to USA! I ignored him the rare foresight, and the next day I went to talk to the dean of veterinary Dr. Ramón Rodríguez T, virologist aftosólogo international, who, thanks to my limited background acquired in the diagnosis of fever disease, asked me for an office assistant for Microbiology. So I did

veterinary virologist and university professor. So I became a man, step by step, moment by moment, with some anecdotal incidents then I shall tell!


Early in my life before college:

Looking back, well back in the early aware of life, remember that in Santiago, going to kindergarten at School No. 20 of Recoleta, the first school day if I angered the grounds that I have not been taught anything! I have not learned anything! No doubt I've always been a maverick.

Moreover, I always laughed at this story told by my mom, she said that when passing by a school and see the girls go out I said: So many Chinchilla mom! So many Chinchilla mom! From the same guy ...

One good thing, I told my mom that one day no food left because what was in the house gave him a man who was begging for bread. Yes, yes, I've always been like this ... The downside, when I gave throwing tantrums could only appease a bucket of cold water on his head, and ready ... I also remember stealing a grinder to Mella Etelvina my aunt at home, and only got caught when I took a sweater, and there underneath was a small mill. No comments. The last, with a friend we got into the bent arm into the sleeve of the shirt, and only saw the elbow as a stump, then we asked for money in the street as invalid Ha! Obviously causing great distress to my parents ...

At that time I had whooping cough that nearly drove me out of circulation, so loud that my dad gave me had considered flying over Santiago take for me to improve for clean air and pure from above. I remember a tremendous syringes (would be 5 or 10 ml) with which I injected some medicine. Before I pass the mentioned cough, broke a thermometer in bed and my dad made a scene by asserting that mercury was toxic. I played with mercury beads that were so fluid and ran smoothly through the sheets ... Another disease, I was always very sensitive airways which I covered themselves with extreme ease, then gave me a decongestant drops candies, which I really liked and I had the opportunity as I took the whole bottle by so I slept a whole day, waking well rested and without the annoying nasal congestion.

1 .- My time Calbuco

From Santiago we went to live in Calbuco. Already had two sisters. Surely we were on the train that arrived at Puerto Montt. Of Calbuco there by boat, probably in the vapor Lemuy. I have a vague recollection of the part of the pension Bellavista located one block from the town square, and whose owner was Don Carlos Potoff with Mrs. Adela Potoff., By similarity to the employee and his son and told Ana Potoff Chinese Potoff ... A German family ...

Two things were common in the Calbuco at that time, lice and intestinal parasites. I remember my dad telling that Ms. Adela Potoff rubbing (like a sheep with mange) against a wall for the itch of lice, and she said it was not lice ticks Patagonia. I did not do wrong, a day walking in the soccer field I felt a strange discomfort in the year, I thought I had shit and I went home, while the trouble was still and moving. My grandmother pulled down his pants and underwear was snaking a Colorado ascaris that neither my mother nor my grandmother dared to take, fortunately, the employee more familiar with these avatars parasitic took it and threw away ... By the time I can not see anything that meanders, or pilots could take a parasite Parasitology, apparently acquired a sort of phobia.

Calbuco The sea was beautiful, a beautiful blue. Always or almost always raining, and raining with gusto, with rain, but that was normal for the area. I remember when it was sunny south wind was in very cold and penetrating. In these days of sunshine people came in boats to nearby beaches for a picnic. So a nice sunny Sunday had burned most of the town, consisting almost entirely of wooden houses with roofs of larch wood. That fire, which occurred some years before we got to live in Calbuco there were some stories that hit the mind of a child like me, the most painful was referring to an old woman returning to town still on fire, asked for his house had burned it entirely, but a neighbor told him that they had struck off all their belongings, which pleased much to the old woman asking for his clown (litter) did not see anywhere, he realized he had not got to find it not worth it, as he told a neighbor, but unfortunately there had saved their entire silver caught fire and went up in smoke ... The other story concerned the Hotel that was in the lace where it is now the Hotel Calbuco, big hotel at the time that as he was away from the village in flames, many people took to keep their belongings in the building of its size allowed it, until then everything was fine until an oil drum blew up and fell right through the medium to large hotel next to the burning stored belongings. Needless to say, the fires were a serious matter in Calbuco. Firefighters had a fire engine without motor, driven by volunteers themselves, and threw water on the strength of firefighters moving up and down a lot of clubs which act as levers. Speaking of fire, such was the panic caused in the people, by the proximity of the houses when the fire bells rang, they all came to see where was the casualty. I remember when I felt we came to Santiago and the sirens of fire, we put our nerves as well, forgetting how big it was Santiago, and usually fires were quite distant.
Calbuco
was an island at the time. A Puerto Montt is traveling in speedboats, remember the Helvetia and Mercedes, and the vapors Lemuy, Alondra, Villarrica, Chacao, Puyehue, Trinidad, Taitao, among others I've forgotten. Of course there was no child who does not know rowing, swimming as I do not know, probably not because of Chiloe were very good sailors but could not swim, and when the famous boats were given chilotas capsized by the wind called West, drowned, wrapped in their blankets and into your boat ... I paddled pretty well. A sunny day, we went with my aunt Mariuja to ride a boat accompanied by the Alexandra, my eldest sister, crossed into San Rafael, and as the sea \u200b\u200bis beautifully calm and blue, still sticking to the island to the surrounding Helvetia on the east side and north to south. All right, calm sea, blue and shallow in parts, until we face the south, and there was the south wind and waves more or less great that we pulled onto the beach. Just had a roast or curanto of the authorities of the people who picked us up and took us in tow to Calbuco. Needless to say my dad was angry with his sister, because in fact we could have easily drown ...

one day of those, just before Easter I came into the living room and looking around here and there, I found a lot gift behind a sofa. There were Easter gifts! Shortly before he caught me with a friend who said that Father Christmas did not exist. It was a real dog fight street near the plaza, I was lucky enough to see in a movie that had taken the Dutch priest exercised in Calbuco. A shot worth seeing ...

Calbuco had several canneries. There were plenty of fish and shellfish. Do not forget the crabs, these spiders red spiders and spiny recently appeared dressed for battle, I also remember the cost as much open oysters, conger eels and bass all together in large curantos with chapaleles and milcaos. All chilota cuisine of the highest order. An anecdote: my dad were going to sell eels still fluttering at the door of the house, but my grandmother realized they charged double the price they had on the beach, all because the fishermen were saying and thought that my dad had fed silver, which comparatively was partly true.

One day we went to Puerto Montt I had a terrible pain of wadding, and nobody paid any attention, they all went to listen to a band Sunday best and I went to a neighborhood that burned down a few months later ... Months later I became the sick painful problem, and my dad was diagnosed appendicitis, and a bit of my mom kills me to think a laxative on the same evening ... I went down to the beach on top of a police horse and then by boat to Puerto Montt in Angelmó ... I expected an ambulance and the other day I operated the Dr. Ofnovicof or something . Of course I objected to anesthesia and took off the mask, but minutes later asleep. I woke up very thirsty. The other day from a window of the hospital looked like steamed refloated Chacao which had sunk to loose the dam containing it ... came out pretty rusty, all rusty and reddish brown. After being refloated and returned to service in the South Seas as if nothing had happened. Side story: the famous Dr. that saw fit to operate, was a compulsive gambler, they say that gambled once and lost his wife, the truth is that there was not anything more about it ...

We had a nice lead and kitten, dubbed the Fan Fan that one day was lost. Meow felt someone in the black hole that needs be made, at least in that house calbucana of wood and roofed with larch. Next to the starving cat had two hens that had lost days earlier. Buckets were removed, washed and followed his life as if nothing had happened, even one of them was the highlight of a dinner party I was invited my teacher Don Dagoberto B. Barria My mom hid in the kitchen because it was disgusting to be eating the chicken that had been his good eating pure shit! ...

In Calbuco Public School where I took second and third preparatory and much of the quarter that ended in Curepto, I had some colleagues unforgettable Pancho Jar with whom we were doing we painted boats, the Michi-Michi who bet me pulled the kitchen ceiling of the house we lived in, I won but I was very sore in the legs by the coup that gave me the go ... Pedro Barria, the Peyuco, the best student of the course, I was second, Harold Guerrero mayor who even then was a radical leftist and not a joke, as he was Ayolis died in exile in Venezuela ...

There is something I will never forget its sea Calbuco transparent and blue, was a diver who looked clarito with diving in shallow water. Beautiful sight. Moreover, the seabed was full of shells tacas (clams) and protruding nuts for its whiteness in the stony bed. Of course he did not understand how the old man wrapped in a wetsuit not drown ... I left

the end of my time Calbuco the memory of my little friend with whom I was page to the queen of the festivities of the Spring Calbuco One day I went to see her home because she was little patient, lying, and at a time oversight was uncovered, he got his pajamas and was piluchita ... ...

De Calbuco which was an island located in the Sound of Relocaví about 45 minutes from Puerto Montt to steam, we moved to Curepto, an agricultural village located near the coast of Ilocos Curicó but actually belongs to the province of Talca.

2 .- My time Curepto

De Calbuco to Curepto, or a small town surrounded by sea to another surrounded by hills. Go change. Of blowflies to mosquitos, sand to clay, of the berries and myrtle or myrtle to blackberries. Hazel forest to pine and eucalyptus forest, the sea erosion and sand dunes ... of the boat to the cart and horses ... Of the ships to trains ... So quite a change, the clay pots that had allergies and gave me my artistic streak is over, so that the allergen liter, until I learned there to greet him three times and so nothing happens ... And it never rained. One day a few drops of water fell, nothing to do with the rains in the south ... and we left the house to see rain in Curepto ...

huaso Curepto was well! From whence come you asked a man from the hills of Rapilermo he replied, and where vay, to Cureuto, and llevay there sandillas, Tumat, cirguelas and uraznos, and Curepto vay to do, go to Espital ... True, most true, and spoke huasos, not like they did Calbuco Cantaditas ... and in very good English ...

In Curepto had three or four cars and two trucks ... and the American priest's jeep the Mericknoll, my dad bought a 35 Ford cabriolet (convertible) patent Ñuñoa XG 371 (do not forget) ... in that little car I learned to handle alone. Well Calbuco simply no cars or anything, at that

sing ... I remember now that veterinarians were more like police quarterbacks, who attended and shod the horses of the police. And fed up that I walked in these horses (my dad was a doctor of the police). I never fell into those horses, but in a mare of great height, running on a farm, compared with Lora farm, or across the Mataquito. I was unconscious with a broken face wallop and

... I saw them kill chickens in Curepto squeezing their neck to the arm, killing pigs stabbed in the heart and the turkey with an ax in his neck. Things in the field ... One day my dad about huasitos advised them to build a well to do his business, and they said no because what they would eat the chickens ... things in the field of the '60s. Many sows carts (wheel girl), so many oxen, mares trails, horse racing ... I remember the Chilean the smell of dry grass in the summer, the clear water of the estuary, and the hills of the typical coastal mountains ... And so much fruit, watermelons, grapes that had not in Calbuco. And the beautiful flowers Calbuco dahlias and poppies, and Curepto the famous red and white camellias! I inherited my mother's love for flowers, and I dedicated my love of wild flowers as the Gold Thimble (Scolcia California) ... ... to
Curepto
But I met on holiday just because I attended boarding school in Men Talca, where I finished my high school and then at the Instituto San Martín de Curico, where I completed my college humanities. These student experiences were instrumental in my life pre college. In both schools had very good teachers, those of the former Lyceum, and very, very effective in "Mochito the Institute. To remember some, barraco Mariano Gonzalez, Carlos Marchant pelao the fox Villarroel, M. Aguilera, temblorcito Norrambuena, Guillermo Solar Cross, Mr. Ruben Valdez, "topaze" Gaston Urbeta Lagos, among others. And of the bandages, the better the "palms" Estalisnao brother Peter, the "micron" Brother Hilary, and brother Christopher, oldie but a wiseacre, all demanding, first, they were really good teachers, all of them.

For 4 years I traveled by train Licantén to Curico (narrow gauge railway), Curico and Talca, and in recent years only to Licantén Curico. Once I traveled alone by train to Santiago, I went in and came third in Talca Santiago in first class. Nobody told me anything because I was a kid ... Stories

that time there are many, but leave that for another time. It should be recalled that once I was elected representative of my class to attend an event at the Lyceum for Girls in Talca, do not forget the little girls with their beautiful outfits, dances and performances ... I was forced at the Institute for my bad grades in music to enter the school choir, which I did with great gusto and big bad voice even sang in the cathedral of Santiago for a December 8 with the luck that my mom was in Santiago, attended, and realized it was me because according to her, that her son was out of tune ... I also remember in 6th Humanities students in all courses elected me as the best school friend. A great thing for me! Returning to Curepto

itself, remember the funerals that lasted all night, with food and drink, and tired jokes ... remember seeing near my house, a dead guaguita, displayed in a window and richly adorned with things colors. I saw some dead in the hospital morgue, where they had free admission ... I remember a girl completely blue, died of heart problems and a Mataquito drowned in the river was already green ... do not forget to have accompanied my father to perform an autopsy on a man buried a week earlier. They opened his head and quickly decided that my dad had died from a crushing blow ... the truth is that I never forget is the smell it gave off, terrible, thick ...

One day he rode his bicycle through the village, by the Lien street, I saw a riot in a house and I got to see what happened, had killed a man with a bullet in the head and everything was scattered, stuck on a wall ... they were, half shocked, when someone grabs me arm and check for me outside, my dad was with the priest and the judge were the first ones to observe this kind of macabre events ... In Calbuco was something like, I remember a great time, got to get my dad to go to see a patient from a neighboring island, and he had his doubts about embarking on a chalupón, but was persuaded to tell the priest was in the spring ... Now, I am told that in those villages of no more than 3000 inhabitants, there 2 or 3 doctors, ambulance and good hospitals, new and recently opened in High Schools Curepto ... With good, so I imagine that the goats do not have to go to study or Curico Talca ...

One day I plucked my home, angry and furious, I walked about 4 miles to Licantén. I did not think back, but a truck with people stood near the bridge where I was, and I came up but went back to the house ... Some cats, one day, actually at night, one of the cats gave birth on my bed on my feet ... all veterinary experience. Another: we had a kitten, the kitten raised, my mom gave it to an old lady Mrs Peta field (Petronilla) who lived far from town. We made under the kitten raised so sweet and cute, but fierce, until it appeared again at home, we never knew as he did to return, yes I knew, by truck. I'll be back

the Institute Curicó when we went to play soccer at Estadio La Granja, we returned to boarding school and we spent to make a local beer Ms. Zenobia who was in the corner opposite the school ... or when in year 6 going to listen to music by having a localcito Burlitzer near the railway station, of course we took 1 or 2 beers, no more, until some ladies of a certain age accused us because we had betrayed our uniform as students from the St. Martin school more "high" Curico ... and so far was our foray into life ...

no doubt that the Bachelor at that time, marked the transition of my studies in the humanities to veterinary medicine. I was very lucky in the abovementioned Baccalaureate courses in the draw I had to give up French, zoology and physics. Got 29 points distributed as follows: a 6 Writing Comprehension (never got out of 6 in the trials), 5 in history (I do not remember who were the three Antonios), 6 in French (with a very similar article into Castilian), 6 in Zoology (with atiparasitarios and the like he had known since Calbuco), and 6 in Physics, in an oral examination in which the board passed a scared to death, I taught a problem and I said here I am fried , but it was only a summation over values \u200b\u200bobtained by the laws of Kirkov or so, with the little trick he had to handle fractions, and as I knew, I got similar results with the expected. With the 29 points went up in the daily La Prensa de Curico, as the best score of the season alongside Benjamin Rodrigo Mellado V.

That same year my father moved to Santiago, and I began to study veterinary medicine in Chile, which in itself is another story ... and from there we actually began to veterinary medicine and me!

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