En las llanuras onduladas de La Serena, una de las comarcas más extensas y menos densamente pobladas de la península ibérica, el tiempo parece discurrir a un ritmo distinto. Entre dehesas, cortijos dispersos y caminos de trashumancia aún latentes, perviven prácticas, relatos y modos de vida que escapan a los grandes focos institucionales del patrimonio. Sin embargo, en los últimos años, este territorio ha sido objeto de diversos intentos de patrimonialización impulsados desde instancias oficiales, que buscan preservar —y, en algunos casos, promocionar turísticamente— su acervo cultural. ¿Qué sucede cuando la memoria pastoril, los saberes tradicionales y las formas locales de habitar el paisaje se ven reinterpretadas, clasificadas o transformadas bajo las lógicas del patrimonio oficial? ¿Quién define lo que debe conservarse, y bajo qué criterios?
Esta investigación parte de esas preguntas para adentrarse en los procesos de patrimonialización en La Serena desde una perspectiva crítica, que pone en diálogo el trabajo de campo etnográfico con el análisis del discurso institucional. Lejos de entender el patrimonio como un conjunto estático de objetos o tradiciones “a salvar”, el estudio se interesa por los conflictos, ambigüedades y resistencias que emergen cuando las comunidades locales se ven interpeladas por marcos normativos ajenos. La etnografía crítica, aquí, se convierte en una herramienta para desentrañar no solo lo que se patrimonializa, sino cómo y para quién. A través de esta mirada, La Serena deja de ser un paisaje silencioso para revelarse como un espacio lleno de tensiones, voces múltiples y posibilidades de reimaginar el patrimonio desde la tierra y desde abajo.
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The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way.
l using her.Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia.
