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After being admitted last Saturday to the Dr. Enrique Tornú General Acute Hospital with pneumonia, Pablo Alarcon, 77 years old, was transferred this Wednesday to another health center to continue treatment. His ex-wife, Claribel Medina, was the one who told THE NATION the news of the actor, who is evolving favorably.
“He is at the IMAC (High Complexity Medical Institute, located at 4300 Díaz Vélez Avenue), happy because they already received him with everything and he breathes better,” Medina said. The news comes after several days without any news regarding Alarcón’s state of health and the intervention of the social work of the Argentine Association of Actors, which managed to transfer him to the same center where Roly Serrano is hospitalized.
Let us remember that last Sunday night, Alarcón responded via WhatsApp to the message that this medium had sent him hours before to find out how his health was. “Here I am, it was a very hard week,” said the actor, who was very optimistic and assured that one day later he would be discharged. “Pablo is suffering from a lung infection, bilateral pneumonia. The doctors, for the moment, prohibit him from speaking so that he can rest and his breathing can stabilize. He is on antibiotics, very well cared for by the hospital staff,” confirmed that same day Claribel Medina, the mother of the beloved actor’s two daughters, Antonella and María Agostina.
In the middle of last year, his name was in the news again. Although it came from being part of the series BarrabravaPrime Video and doing theater in Mar del Plata with broken by love, His critical economic situation made him decide to perform cap theater in the squares. A video about one of those performances went viral on social networks and their situation became news. “It is a moment in my life when I have to do this, perhaps giving back to society in some way. Well, rather, I don’t owe anything to anyone, the corrupt governments owe me, the thieves who left and took everything,” he told LA NACIÓN on that occasion.
During that same talk he talked about his financial situation. “I am retired, I earn the minimum, my daughters help me and I am a hustler. As long as I can stand, they are not going to turn me over,” said the interpreter who was part of the successful television series. High comedy and soap operas like Rose from afar, Heaven gift and little women, who after more than five decades of experience turned the helm and, during the pandemic, was encouraged to produce a personal cooking and music show.
The chosen text that he presented with Augusto Gavilán, his music teacher, was a fragment of the book Voluntary servitude speech, written in 1548 by the French philosopher Etienne de La Boétie, who reflects on corruption. Alarcón had made it a habit to leave his house with his instruments, set up a minimal stage, put on some tights and thermal shirts that one of his daughters had given him and perform on Sunday afternoons in Plaza Francia, in front of the Church of Pilar and to Cultural Recoleta.
“I am a worker. Nothing bothers me. They are going to turn me over the day they bury me. I’m a fighter”. At the same time he insisted: “I don’t need to work anymore, that’s the reality. “What I need is to earn money to live,” he admitted on another occasion. I do theater in a square because I have dignity. I do not have shame. I didn’t smoke the money in nonsense, the country smoked it. On 1050, the corralito, the dollar. All. “It caught me off guard, personal things happened to me, but I’m not the only one.”
But there was a time when he did encounter an economic situation that worked in his favor. “It must have been in ’69, with Alejandro Doria’s play, Plaza Suite. The day I went to eat at Pippo restaurant and, instead of ordering noodles with tuco, I ordered a chorizo steak, I realized that I could now live better. And, later, with my first big salary, I bought a Citroën 2CV,” she once recalled. A few years later, dark days came for everyone. The Triple A [la Alianza Anticomunista Argentina] He went to look for him at his house. They asked for his real name, Rodolfo Marabotto, and he answered that he was Pablo Alarcón. One of them recognized him from his work on television and, with the gun in his hand, asked for an autograph. They gave him a kiss on the cheek and left. The next day, he left for Italy, where he lived for four years.
