May 13, 1929 —
This is the second birthday that I can’t celebrate with Alito because the geriatric administration decided on March 27, 2014, that I may no longer enter to see him. It’s a mafia that has operated for 35 years under a useless charter.
I filed a complaint with the organization overseeing geriatric homes, but got nowhere with them. I hired a lawyer in May 2014, who accomplished nothing for me, but got paid in advance. Needless to say, it’s frustrating not being able to see Alito regularly. A man from the milonga tried visiting him in January, but wasn’t allowed to enter. Residents in geriatric homes have the legal right to see visitors, but there is no one to enforce the city Law 661 that provides it.
The last time I saw Alito was at the eye center where he had surgery in September 2014. The eye center has my phone number, so they called me to confirm the surgery appointment. I didn’t know anything about it, but I was there with him.
It took one year for Alito to have the surgery. Amanda Lucero (his power of attorney) doesn’t have the time to attend to his needs. She had an employee from the geriatric go with Alito to the eye center (which is six blocks from my apartment), and she arrived later.
Amanda Lucero isn’t interested in Alito’s wellbeing, only his pension and retirement which amount to $7,643AP per month. Alito sits in a wheelchair since August 2013, because it’s easier for the staff than helping him walk from his room to the dining table. Consequently, his feet are so swollen that he can’t wear shoes. Alito loved walking the streets of the city all his life. Now this legendary milonguero can’t walk or dance, thanks to the total lack of care at the geriatric home that is only interested in the bottom line.
I stayed at the eye center during surgery so I could see Alito. I was kept away from him by Amanda.
Three and a half hours later the surgery was over. I don’t know if he had proper care after the very delicate operation on a turned-in eyelid. I can only hope that Alito still has his sight in the right eye. He also needed cataract surgery in the left eye, but I don’t know if he had the operation.
Alito is always close to me in my heart, and I send him my love. That’s all I can do while I am trying to locate his daughter in the city. I don’t know where she lives, but I do know where she votes. I’ll be there on election day to introduce myself and get her involved in her father’s life.
Juan Esquivel and his girlfriend from Portland, Oregon, visited Alito on May 14, and sent me this photo of him.