Yes, well that is not the subject of this blog, I should be finishing this article I have half of the saga of Dark Matter in Pullman, and say something about the recent death of the great Carlos Trillo, but forgive me when I say that you can not do as the orchestra of the Titanic, and keep talking about fiction while the world burns around them. There are moments in life when events require taking sides. And if one has a channel of communication, even one as humble as this, is required to use it to present its case to the world. So I decided to tell war stories here that have gone gone since last Sunday. I'm just another one of those thousands of "unworthy" of those who, now, if you speak the newspapers. And you forgive, but I will talk about politics.
Assembly of demonstrators in the central Plaza Catalunya in Barcelona this past midnight. Photo work of the author of this blog. There HD version here
lo and behold, but only four days have passed since a group of dreamers went out to speak out on a Sunday afternoon in several English cities, with the indifference of mass media, focusing all in a dull election campaign, which passed following his own script, completely oblivious to the concerns of the electorate. At that time there were more exotic than an anecdote, a little touch of color in a mostly gray landscape. In theory anything that would alter the landscape too. But of course, when tempers are running high, things can change overnight the very easily at the slightest opportunity. And that opportunity arose.
I think at this point the movie facts already well known, but they still repeat it: at the end of one of these demonstrations, held in Madrid, a small group of protesters decided to start a camp in the central square of Puerta del Sol Had they been left alone, probably after a couple of days have been dull and returned home, Sunday's protests would have been forgotten and by now you probably would not be reading this article because it had never been written. Seen in perspective, the situation can be compared to that of a snowball on top of a hill. Still, harmless if not disturbed his equilibrium. Until it reaches the jerk who hits a boost.
The idiot who, in the morning which followed a Monday it had been very hot, both climatic and emotionally decide who makes a bunch of ugly hippies camping in the heart of the city, and sent the police: "I evict those ragged, I scare the tourists." Error classic, predictable consequence: the images of flood evacuation Youtube, all day bustling social networks to which more incendiary messages, and when night falls on the same Tuesday in the same place and have gathered more than three thousand people willing to spend the night in the open. The same newspapers that had been on tiptoe on the events of Sunday and have cover for Wednesday's editions, and calls to extend the main squares of other cities. Really, our politicians would do better if they were more to the movies.
Since then things have not stopped moving, proposals, statements, attempts to ban new concentrations, disobeyed by the people, more and more people joining the protests, politicians and analysts fully caught offside, and a general feeling that we are seeing something that will in future history books. I write these lines after a few hours sleep tonight and have dinner a simple sandwich, a consequence of having been in one of these assemblies until dawn, and had to walk back home, because there was no subway service at the conclusion. But pleased to have been part of something history.
Perhaps, as has happened in 68, in the end this is nothing more than a few slogans incorporated into the collective memory and the memory of a convulsive days where he glimpsed the possibility of changing the world. Or maybe the Mayans were right, and we are seeing the first birth pangs of the new world has to replace that according to them has to die next year. The future will tell. Whatever had to be there.
Heck, nobody said making the revolution was easy.
