About the newspaper The Opinion, Robledo Puch and other tasks
It was in his spare time that Soriano devised the first sketches on "Triste Solitario y Final", his debut feature, "Triste Solitario y Final".
Art and Literature
In May 1981, the newspaper The Opinion was launched for the first time. Jacob Timerman had been in charge of bringing together among his editors the best journalists and writers of the time. Tomás Eloy Martinez, Aida Bortnik, Juan Gelman, Rodolfo Walsh, Adolfo Terragno, Julio Algarañaz and Osvaldo Soriano among others. In February 1972, Buenos Aires was stunned by the arrest of "el chacal", such was the pseudonym given to Carlos Eduardo Robledo Puch by the tabloids. That angel-faced teenager, called to be the biggest killer in Argentine history. The daily La Opinión, which boasted of its sobriety by not including police notes in its pages, found itself in a dilemma. There was no home in the country where the case was not debated and the morning was still ignoring it. By that time, it was too late to start with a story. Jacobo Timerman left the Partagaz in the glass ashtray and headed for the sports section. I've never set foot in that sector of his diary before. Without paying attention to Soriano's reflective position, with his feet on the table, he asked him to write "the best note in Buenos Aires" on the Robledo Puch case. Soriano put together all the notes printed up to that point and made a chronological reconstruction with some novel details that earned him a large salary increase, a strategic desk in front of the director's office, a beautiful young personal secretary and a single work order, "you think". But the director didn't tell him what it was. After a month and a half of thinking without the ream of paper diminishing his height or on a single sheet of paper, Timerman sent for him and told him: "One of us has to go to the psychoanalyst" and Osvaldo Soriano lost all the benefits from that moment on. Jacobo Timerman was so disappointed with Soriano that when he retired his hierarchy, he forgot to give him another task, so from that day on the writer wandered around the newsroom and did what he liked best. Nothing. Nothing. And it was in those times of leisure that I walked several times a day between the newsroom and the workshops, smoking tons of 43/70 cigarettes, bothering everyone and raising bets in favour of San Lorenzo de Almagro, who devised the first sketches on "Triste Solitario y Final", his debut feature.