Category: Catalan


Yesterday was the 20th of November, the day of Franco’s death 38 years ago. But his spirit seems to be more alive than ever.

Wanna know why?

– The so-called llei de mordassa (a law that is intended to silence or to gag people by impairing their civil rights) is implemented right now and will be valid from Jan 1st, 2014. It includes all sorts of prohibitions and incredible restrictions, overriding, ignoring and silencing people and mainly taking away good parts of their basic human and civil rights (right to assembly, freedom of speech etc). Of course, aimed at those who are not comfortable with the government or the PP party. Tough luck for those who don’t think that PP is currently handling this whole power business too well.

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Speaking of physics, this is a straight ride into an escalation circle. Government took notice that the people are tired of them, and (il )logically they are maxing it up to the hilt.

I’m basically totally amazed, astounded, dumbfounded that this is possible. It feels weird. It does not feel as if I’m living in a country where the democratic tradition has really got a strong hold, where the hell are suddenly all my civil rights? If I am not allowed to (for example) go peacefully to a demonstration where I’d express my wish for change. Only those demonstrations are permitted that previously have been authorised by the government. Hmmmm… Well, makes you think somehow.

Another point is the unrestricted power of policemen. Why can’t I even video an event that may be precisely vital because maybe a policeman might use innecessarily violence or even abuse his power? If I as a civil person am thus not allowed to film such an event without committing a severe infringement of this law, well, how free am I then???

– When I look at what the government is playing at, I get goose pimples, simple as that.

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Will I seriously question myself and others, will I continue being “brave” and still be taking chances with Spanish law enforcement??? Honestly, as much as I am free and autonomous in thinking, but I am not crazy. I am sure that this pushing back the limits needs to stop immediately and for good. Right now, there is such an incredible and eery atmosphere. The air is thick with fear. People shut up, no, wait, let me rephrase that, they clam up, like oysters do. In the event of danger, they do this click and they’re gone. This is somehow really frightening. I cannot make head or tails of this. It’s like the rabbit and the snake.

– WERT is trying to go allrounds with his LOMCE law which again reminds of the good old Franco times when the only language was Spanish, and thus it was assured that the guardia civil could listen to each and every conversation and make sure that the dictatorship was in no way harmed. This is so insane. Why cannot anybody stop this man who is intending to bring back religion into classrooms and kicking Catalan in terms of a school subject ‘out of the classroom.

– Ok, that Bauza was not the first to promote civil rights was clear from what I observed the past few months, but isn’t it weird that now, 38 years after Franco’s death, a law is being introduced that actually reminds you so much of a dictatorship that Spiegel Online, the German political magazine just found it necessary to issue an article about the new impending law that the PP pushes forward and how it will affect people.

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– You need to be deaf and blind not to read the signs, there is a remarkable shift to the far right in Spain, and don’t fool yourself into thinking that Spain was still as free as it might have seemed to be about say, ten years ago. It is sad but when you think about the connection of PP, the Catholic Church and (not so secret) funding of the OPUS DEI project, then it isn’t too far-fetched to say that Franco’s spirit is still very much around and his die-hard fan-club is very active to make sure they will keep the upper hand, or at least, can carry out his testament, so to say. His heirs and his heiresses are on stand-by, trying to settle the accounts.

Up until now, the whole joke about Franco being back was kind of funny, as long as it wasn’t so eerily true. Now, things are getting somewhat out of tune. The joke, however, will be on us. On us, the people who live in Spain, who did not vote PP, who don’t like the LOMCE, who would like education to be imparted in Catalan, and so on and so forth. The joke will be on those and who basically do not agree with what the government is doing. Why is everybody watching??? I don’t really get this. Seriously. This is no chapter of history that ought to be repeated.

Let’s suppose the strike is still on.
Oh hang on, it is.
Ok.

Let’s suppose the teachers have a symbol for their protest.
Oh hang on, they have.
Ok.

Let’s make one last tentative assumption.
Let’s suppose that the government does not want the teachers to show their will to keep up the strike.
Well, by now, you all know the answer.

This is exactly what happens.
Bauzzà would like his opponents to be gagged.

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And this is the bad sign that gave Bauzà such a headache he had to penalize it.
This is the enllaçats lace, or, sorry, your honour, this is the corpus delicti.

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So, you may ask
What is the point of having such a law?

Would it surprise you if I told you that this law has been introduced and is about to be passed by Bauzà’s government with the clear intention to criminalize teachers and everyone who associates themselves with the language debate and decides for the anti-government, oh, sorry, I should say, the wrong side? 😉
I know. My bad.

Would it furthermore surprise you if I told you that it is nothing more than a gesture of power play?
With this law, it has been made perfectly clear. Whoever is in favour of the Enllaçats is against the government and basically this someone will have a hard time around, as much as our Mini Napoleón can influence it.

Let’s call his bluff!!!

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Please, Senyor Bauzà, did you have nothing better to do than to introduce such a superfluous law to let the last village idiot know that actually Bauzà is sucking up to Madrid’s power players, and Franquismo is back in fashion…

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What does this pretty law say then?

It is forbidden to put up the sign of “Enllaçats per la llengua” on any government (public) building. The silly thing is that the Enllaçats sign (which it’s aimed at) basically is the Catalan flag itself, tied as a lace. So, the law is nationalist and at the same time anti-nationalist. I know it is crazy. Not fun crazy, but rather identity problem crazy.

Yes, you heard me. It is forbidden, and if you are thinking in terms of being an outlaw, eager to put up an enllaçat flag and hence to break the law, well, think it over, since this law is not a cheap one to break. Any breech will be fined with up to 10,000€.

No, this is 2013, not 1937.

José Ramon, come on, dude, really???

I am not even sure if you can read this for yourself or if you have someone who needs to translate it for you. But surely there has to be another way to govern a community than by fear and anxiety and the muffling of opposing and dissident voices.

The government does not want to back down. In a seemingly macho attempt, they want to discipline people like they were some unruly youngsters who came home drugged or something. The whole thing has an eery, a very strange feel to it. Even though it is quite apparent and so hugely evident with 94% of all teachers participating in the strike, as well as thousands of citizens, they still don’t see the necessity that the government ought to think about negotiation soon unless they want to find themselves in the uncomfortable position of regretting it later on.

The government under Jose Ramon Bauzà actually managed to surprise me yet again with this perfectly absurd action. They indeed want to prohibit the use of the widely known symbol of the socalled “enllaçats”, the little lace made from a Catalan flag. It is being passed right now (the news is from today, November 5th, 2013) that from now on, this symbol may not be used on any public building (which schools certainly are). So basically, it is a brusque attempt to silence the teachers or anyone affiliated, to silence and scare them in their way to rebel against such an analphabet system that we are being presented with.

It is just sad. When I wrote my article about Plurilingualism I thought I had gone a bit over the top with the comparison with the Franco time, but as it seems, that was just the beginning.

I just cannot believe what is happening here right now.

Ànims! Enllaçada per sempre més!
No hem de rendir-nos mai!
Enllaçats per la llengua!

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Ok, let’s cut the chase. I get to the point right now. Medias in res.

In Spain, we have two major problems.

The two biggest internal affairs right now are as follows:

1.) There is the ongoing fight in the Spanish parliament about whether or not Catalonia should have a referendum for the possible Independence of Catalonia. This is one major concern right now. You cannot open the web, without being aware of tons of articles, or not, but as a foreigner you tend to get lost easily. So what’s up with that?

There are two sides, as always. The one side wants the referendum. The other one does not. The reason for why Catalonia should have their referendum is pretty clear. Two weeks after the 11th of September, which was the celebration for Independence Day, broadcasted around the globe a couple of hundreds of millions times with the historically long “Via Catalana” a human chain by hundreds of thousands of people, and above all, peaceful, without any type of violence. The other side, however, says no… Ok, so let’s ask why…

I could speculate and speculate but the main reason is and always has been the money… Barcelona and the Catalonian region have a functioning economy, much to the chagrin of the NO sayers in Madrid. USA Today even called Catalonia the milk cow that’s being milked every so often when the funds in Madrid are empty. The cow seems to be tired of being milked so often. Ok. This in itself may explain for the obvious NO from Madrid as they do need the money. But let’s go one step further, let’s ask an underlying question. Why is there so much hatred that goes with the whole question…? There is such an underlying hate element in the Spanish society that sometimes even frightens me.

Best example was this poor Valencian guy who was imprisoned for talking to the police (in a normal traffic control) in Catalan, one of two official languages of the Catalonian region. The thing is: He was neither drunk nor drugged. And yet, he was taken away, he was arrested and put before a judge: For speaking his mother tongue. No, we haven’t taken a time machine. This is not 1939. This is 2013. This has some strange taste to it. There are a lot of historic “ghosts”, evanescent moments of hatred and repression that still work the same way as 75 years ago. All this is embedded on a very emotional level. Luckily, the poor chap, got some media coverage and via change.org and with the help of the social networks, the man was freed and his prison sentence of six months for speaking to the police in Valencian was revoked. But does it need to get that far??? I mean, come on, really. The whole incident seemed so warped that I had to include it even though it seems like a slight affair.

We are faced with the dark side of history. Spain had a dictatorship up until 1975 and the violation of civil rights, the pain and suffering, the cruelties, the passion, the fear and the repression so many people had to deal with, it is still alive. It is still inside most families. Some of them remember who someone close to them was charged politically, was taken away, and imprisoned or even executed. Spain is a free country. It is democratic. Is it?

Yes. On the whole it is. Spain is even liberal when you think of places like Marbella or Ibiza… But then again, is this actually the real Spain, or is it just what people think Spain is??? So what do I know??? You might argue, but you are not even Spanish, or have a Catalonian husband or whatever, but I see what I see. And each day, I get a better impression about what happens. Ever since I started to learn Catalan and finally prick up my ears.

The thing is there will not be any kind of mutual understanding and a non-hatred fuelled relationship between Spain and Catalonia, unless Spain simply lets go and leaves Catalonians be who they are, and let them go their chosen way. It might not be what Madrid, what the Spanish royal family, or what Rajoy would want for Spain, but still, they have a right to decide. We live in a democratic state (at least that’s what they say), so let them have it their way. Let them please vote.

We in Europe have so many states with two, with three or even with four languages. Think Belgium, Switzerland, parts of Germany, think Sicily, think Crete, think Malta. The more attractive a region is, less chances you have of there being only spoken one language. Chances are that a couple of nations already tried to invade it, and chances are that this happened. I am sorry if this is a bit juvenile but I always think of Asterix and Obelix when I think about invasion.

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You might think that the people in Madrid may be the Romans trying to force the Catalans to give up their language and cultural identity. But Madrid and a couple of politic agitators just see it just the opposite way. They see the Catalans as the agitators, or the traitors of the Spanish crown. There are some ultra-right wing people who deliberately disturbed the celebration of the “Onze de setembre” (September 11th), the Catalonian Independence Day. Funnily enough, justice was very lenient here, and they got away with a ridiculously low amount of 300€ while they smashed up things, menaced people, were hooded, entered a government building and were clearly not there in a pacific mission.

 

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Justice is a funny thing. This is something that startles me. How on earth can they get away with that? And how can the politicians in Madrid believe that their behavior was tolerable when they behave like that, that one might call a screaming injustice. Justice must have had a pretty bad day to sentence one man to 6 months of prison for speaking his mother tongue, and for fining another for an act of sheer and utter violence & some slight terroristic tendencies with a slight slap on the wrist.

Ok, I now. I am guiri. I should shut up. What do I know anyway?

Being a foreigner in Spain, not knowing any Catalan, and just about able to speak a few sentences in Spanish, I came here to the island of Ibiza in 2007, in December. I was not aware of all these underlying conflicts when I first came here. I tried to find my way around this place. I was busy getting my kids into kindergarten and into school. I had to work. And I had to take care of the kids on my own, as my husband was still 1 and a half years in Germany while I already lived here. I was quite alone, kept to myself, but in a still quite male dominated society I was treated like a “soltera” and somehow, people suspected I was. I did not know what to think about it but I was too busy to care.

So many of my friends in Germany shook their heads in despair when they heard where I was going and they asked me “Why on earth are you going there?” (rough translation: this pool of sinners, of depravity, hedonism and sex, drugs and rock’n’roll). I just laughed it off. And hey, now, almost six years later, I still live here. I feel integrated. My husband came down to Spain one and half years later than us because it was more difficult than we thought. Exit personal history.

But one thing really still startles me, especially now that I understand Catalan and speak it fairly well. Why on earth, do my friends who dared me, who induced me, who told me to learn Catalan… Why do they now back down when we are talking about the Catalan Way, the question of Independence??? Why are they the ones I never see when there is some event for the Independence? Why don’t they react when I post something on facebook??? Even though in private, they are fervent defenders of their home, their island, the right to speak their language and their right to vote. What’s up with that?

On the 8th of September, Ibiza also had a small human chain. The press said that there were 300 people. I can safely say that there were little more than 160 people, maybe 200 in the end. So: What’s up with that?

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However, now we come to the second problem, or to the second internal affair, that Spain has to deal with.

2.) The plan and its implementation of the TIL – integrative trilingual language system. This is a brain child of Jose Ramon Bauzà who somehow now seems like a Little Napoleon as he tries to push forward with this seemingly progressive system. So what does the TIL include: Basically it means a reduction of the Catalan and a high increase of the English language, that instead of 50% Catalan and 50% Spanish, the children get their classes in 30% in Catalan, 30% in Spanish and 30% in English.

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Don’t get me wrong. I love English. And for me, it would probably be a piece of cake, but then again… Think about how well or in some cases how not so well the outcome might be. Do they have decent teachers, do they have decent funds to invest in this Project. No. E.g, the school of Sant Miquel (a small village in the north of Ibiza) had placed up a huge bed-throw at the Wall of their school advertising tyhat the Balearic government still owed them a sum of 19,000€. And that is only one school. How so? How are they going to pay for the extra teachers… ??? How are they going to pay for the extra tuition??? For the extra books??? Hahahaha… Ladies and gentlemen. This will be solved Ibiza style, or Mallorca style. That is so easy, if your name is Jose Ramon Bauzà. Basically the answer is you are not getting any of this. Yes, You heard me.

No extra teachers.

No tuition paid.

No funds for books.

No funds for even paying old debts that concerned parents, the school itself or the state.

How on earth can this be a good basis for such a Project that – if it were well planned and well put into practice – not such an idiot thing. However, we are faced with empty wallets, resigned teachers, teachers who fear being menaced by disciplinary punishments and so on. The spirit of the generalissimo is still very much present. That present that the press today showed that Madrid does not want to change the name of Franco because of linguistic reasons. It is scary to see the adoration of a dictator who would have thrived in the amount of fear and repression that is subconsciously planted in the souls of so many, many Spaniards, as well as Catalonians.

And even if the TIL had come out as a proper plan, it would still be an attack against the Catalan language.

Let’s talk about how well are the Balearic Government free to decide what they are doing. There are many, many jokes in the net and one can see on television who is in charge. It is clearly Bauzà himself. Getting rid of a third of his parliament and claiming it was to show respect and the need to cut costs, was a nice excuse to get rid of his opposing forces within his own party. Bauzà has a nice little streak of a mini dictator in him. He may look like an ageing model or a car salesperson but in fact he is very strategic in what he does. Plus he thrives in the power he was given.

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Back to topic. No… I don’t know either. It is scary and it is such a preposterous idea. I am a strong activist for any type of increment of language and literature in school. But the way this is done is just… so, so, excuse me, it is so wrong… We have heard about the proposed system change right before the summer break and even then teachers were saying no. Little did we know back then. Now it is the second week of school and the teachers are still on strike, twitter is full of hashtags that show the support they are getting from so many different places, from so many different people.

So, I hope you know now about what’s going on in Spain and more specifically on the Balearics.

Why did I mix these topics together and added some streaks of personal history to it, even though they only on the surface have something to do with each other?

I would think that there is a deep underlying structure. If Wert called for the fact “españolizar” hispanize the children of Catalonia, then this is actually quite fascistic if not downright fascist.

If speaking Valencian is a crime, and smashing up a government building and disturbing an official act (given you’re rightwing!!!) is a small thing easily forgiven and does fall under the jurisdiction.

If a TV show (on IB3, the local TV station of the Balearics, government funded… ) about the TIL only shows:

– a group of six, all men (not one woman!)

– the majority were lawyers and not education experts

– one teacher, whose forte certainly was not to speak in public

– and without a decent distribution of the time allowed for each side (the defenders of TIL had 7 minutes, the ones against it 2 minutes!!!)

There is slight feeling, that this whole program could have been government sponsored and PP-program aligned. It is just so wrong the way they do a supposedly political program on TV. It was just so previsible.

Personally, I could not believe that there was not one person who was rhetorically able to speak up and up for the challenge.

Conclusion:

In effect, I wrote this blog post here, mainly because I was getting tired of being asked all over the same questions.

What is the TIL?

Why are you so in favor of the Catalonian Independence?

Why are you so Pro-Catalan?

Why are you against the TIL?

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Mainly, I hope to have clarified this issue with the above text. I am a language lover, I do not think that TIL is actually oriented in real life and will promote “fracaso escolar” more than anything else.

My obvious tendency towards the Catalonian Independence derives from the fact that I among other subjects (I majored in languages), I studied history and I think that the free state of the Catalonian people is necessary. Historically it can easily be derived that Catalonia is a state. I could go deeper into history but this would go to far. Also from the point of view that being a repressed nation, the Catalonians deserve to decide for themselves. Psychologically it can be argued as well, when the amount of suffering has been big enough for them that their will for independence outweighs the fear of being defeated. The Catalonians need to try it, I feel also Catalonian, I am one of them, and I wish them, I wish us the best of luck, and I think that Spain would be wise to let them go. Unless they want to have a century long hate relationship with even worse cases of linguistic recriminations and also crimes in the name of the Spanish state which presides everything.

First of all, I know, Catalonia is different, but Ibiza is also different. We work so much with tourism on a daily basis that the idea of reinforcing English in the school system is not the worst idea, but again… The way this is done, is what makes it turn out to be a total disaster or a plan that should be planned and scheduled properly in order to be successful. Please do not implement TIL. It is not worth the trouble it will surely cause. And try to prevent it for the sake of your children!

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So, where do I tie the knot?

Language and culture is like two peas in a pod. They belong together. If you take away the language from a person, in the sense that you make it a crime to speak that language, you steal part of his culture and basically you victimize him.

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Invaders have often done this. The Romans did this. The Greeks did this. The Spaniards did this. No big deal. But this here is the 21st century. I wish for mankind to be as far evolved that they see that you cannot suppress culture and language for a long time. It will stir things up. It will make people rebel.

Those in charge in Madrid, and also our little Napoleon of the Balears, Ramon Bauzà, would be well advised if he saw that denying people to speak their own mother tongue is a crime. It is a direct reference to the military dictatorship of Franco. And to be honest, this in itself gives me the creeps.

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What gives me the creeps even more is that there was a report that they want to reprimand people who speak on facebook, twitter or any online media about things that could cause a public disorder. This is also a step away from a democratic system. Be warned. And be alert that Spain and also the Balearics do not move back in time. This would be fatal.

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I seriously apologize that I could not post the homage to T.S. Eliot whose birthday it is today. But I will take the opportunity to thank you.

I’ve been living in Spain for the past 5 years and a couple of months. It is strange how your perspective changes during a period of time, especially when you compare the before and after.

I remember back when I arrived here, Spain seemed to epitomize everything I was looking for: freedom, a friendly, lively and open society interspersed with strong family values. I won’t say that this was all gone now. I won’t say that. That would be as untrue as some pre-election preachings by some dopey politicians. But truth is the time here has made me re-evaluate what I was looking for and also if these values are actually here, to be found in this country.

With today’s approval of the new educational law (by Wert) for the upcoming school year 2013/2014, things again have gone step further. A bit further in a direction I personally do not approve of. Spain and its current educational system changes have become my personal nightmare.

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Wert and his wish to “españolizar a los niños catalanes”

Spain seems to have changed a lot on the whole. Apart from having undergone two (!) upgrades of the VAT: one from 16% to 18 % in 2008 (or 2009), and one in 2012 from 18% to 21%! The mínimum wage still is at 650€ while France and the Netherlands have mínimum wages of around 1300-1400€. Any questions??? In other terms, it’s ridiculous.

 

Spain changed a lot. Politically, but also when it comes to forming a society.

On the other hand, I doubt that there is something like a country that does not change. It is pretty much normal that changes occur. The point is always your point of view. To make it clear: it largely depends if you LIKE or DISLIKE the changes your country is experiencing and actively forging. For me, this kind of evaluation, always has proven difficult back when I was in the old country, Germany. Since I am half Greek, half German, I’ve always felt kind of torn in terms of chosing one philosophy, one way of life and one type of political or society system. I never felt at ease living in Germany. I felt like I was betraying the Greek side in me. Here in Spain, I’m just another foreigner which somehow is liberating. 😉 One who, if I criticize too loudly, will be told to “go home where you belong…” Whatever. I know this could very easily be the case. So I try things on a different level.

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Returning to my situation here in Spain. Of course, the first years in a new country are always the hardest. You fight for survival. You learn the language, try to get a job. You help your kids integrate. You try to integrate yourself as much as you can. You try to basically keep your head above the water. If you still have time to share a joke with friends, maybe have a beer, every once in a blue moon, then you’re good. Actually, holding my head above the water is what I still do now. Economy’s pretty much weakened in the past five years, the job prospects have never been as scarce and as insecure as they are now. To be honest, a whole month sometimes can be pretty long, but your money needs to go that long way and you especially as a family need to make ends meet, somehow. Sometimes, you buy the dirt cheap crap that you know is unhealthy as your kids need new shoes, or you need the money to buy books or you have to repair the car or whatever. Poverty is not a nice friend to have. If always sticks it ugly head in when you least expect it. But that’s what happens. But somehow, we always manage. Somehow, we really do. I cannot complain. But that’s a joint force. Because we are a family and we are tight knit and we kind of don’t want to surrender. Up until now, we have done well I would say. But I’ve seen people come and go. And I know what I see. I know that the coming years will be harder, and more of a financial tightrope. We need to be stricter about the things we never used to think about. The only luxury we ever indulged in every now and then was a journey once per year. And I am pretty happy we did that journey, because that is something no-one can take away from us now. But if truth be told, after what happened in the past couple of months, I very much doubt that next year we will be going on any holiday at all. Plus the income possibilities are getting weaker and weaker. Everyone is trying to get by. Somehow. Every tries to cut corners. And sometimes your job is their corner they need to cut. Understand? Things are gonna be tough. And this is not a fairy tale. This is true shit. It is happening. It is already here. And it is here to stay.

Actually, when I look around me I truly find that there more and more people like me, meaning: educated, well motivated and somehow empoverished. They put everything on one card, moved away from their home town, from their home country, in search of a better country. Often like myself, 2nd generation immigrants, who themselves decided to move away cos they were not happy in the country they were living in. Sometimes, university graduates, like me, going abroad as their homecountry does not really care about them, and their abilities.

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But when we get down to brass tacks: A true exodus of brains already happened ten or even twenty years ago, the retrograde development of educational systematics in terms of the double language system in Catalonia, the continuous cutbacks in important government subventions especially in the region of culture, education and infrastructure – this is all so wrong. It can only be called wrong, sinister and I do say it, it is criminal. It is a crime against the next generation.

When I think back on my days at school, I do need to say one thing. School was basically fun. We had books, we had teachers who worked on a nice payroll, they were happy, we had facilities, we had rooms, we had tables, benches and chairs, books, films, educational material, money for excursions, and there were always things to do and the equipmment was pretty new. I was lucky that my formative years fell into the Eighties when Europe was in an alltime high in terms of economy and also financial possibilities. I feel truly blessed. But that is not the point. I was basically just lucky.

I know that the reality today looks pretty much different. It looks much more like a country in Eastern Europe. Could be Bulgaria, could be Romania, but stop, hang on, it’s Spain.

What happened? There are still enough millionaires around. The money of millionaires is actually in this country. Trouble is they don’t need to pay taxes. We – the stupid ones, the workers – we do. We are the slaves of the 21st century. A lot of money is to be spent. They do it. Politicians do it. Millionaires do it. Black money. I would very much say so. Anyone who disagrees is entitled on a free course of how the Spanish state financially works. Anyone who disagrees lives in denial.

If someone dares me, I will start to burn a Spanish flag any day. Any day. And I would go to prison for it because I think there is seriously something really wrong going on here.

Especially on a cult and supposedly rich (hahaha) island like Ibiza you get to see crass discrepancies of the extremely rich and the extremely poor. Here you have the big spender in his Hummer sipping champagne on the beach, snorting cocaine and bribing pólice officers. On the other side of the road you will have some nearly hungry and practically homeless kids, living in some sheds, working for next to nothing, only to get some shelter and put some food on the table. Those kids get picked up by the pólice for doing a joint and they wander into prison for having a gram on them while others walk free. That’s Spain today. The social disparities are getting crasser each and every day.

From a personal standpoint, I think I have found my home. I do feel so much at home here in Spain, and more so in Ibiza, but the thing is the political and social decisions here are getting more and more on my nerves. I feel almost violated through the insanity of the decisions that we are served each and every day. I detest reading or listening to the news. It makes me manic. Each day there is something that really hits my nerve. The worst is I cannot do anything against it except for let others know what I hear, what I see and make them think for themselves. My hands are tied so I am damned to see and do nothing more which in itself is torture. But I have to inform myself. I cannot pretend I would not know anything or I would not care about what is happening around me.

The current happenings here in terms of school and language options, the so-called Balearic decisions, and the Wert law that passed government approval today, make me think that the decisions by the minister Jose Ignacio Wert are truly a joke. No, serious, they are a threat to a well founded education of my children. Thus, the only thing I can do now is hope that we and others too will take the Wert law and throw it back in his stupid idiot face. I cannot believe this is happening. How can someone be that blind and that ignorant? How much must he hate the catalán language and culture he really wants to eradicate it from the educational sector and from the minds and hearts of people. 30 years. All for nothing? I don’t think so.

Trouble is though I cannot vote against him since I don’t even have a right to vote in Spain.

Another thing that is worrying me is that there is no real figurehead, no personality in Spain who is counteracting what is happening here, and who has the power to change things. The Royal family are themselves a desaster and a laughing stock, Rajoy, well, I won’t start on him now, and Wert, well, I’ve covered that area with today’s post. Are there no people around who are activist enough to do something? I wish there were. If I would see a cause I would deem worthy enough, I would surely try to be part of it.

The times to be non-political are definitely over. Even if you think you are non-political, you are indeed political. Wanna know how? If you say you are non-political or unpolitical, you let everything pass by, not assuming responsibility, and thereby cementing the current players who are in control. By you being passive, they actually gain power and you are thus inadvertently helping the current government. Like it  or not. That’s the way the cookie crumbles.

There-are-no-dangerous-thoughts, Thinking itself is dangerous.

Wanna think this over?

PS: Actually, the more I think about it, the more I come to think that the whole language discussion is a red herring maneouvre to distract from current inner politics that went wrong as well… By the whole language debate, the catalonians will get worked up, and thus their power will be diminished… Therefore, it is so important to keep an eye on moving forward in terms of Independence.

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Eivissa, capital mundial de l’Scrabble en català – Noudiari.es | Noudiari.es.

The above link is a Catalan language article for anyone who is interested to read something about the World Championship of Scrabble in Catalan. There were roughly twenty-odd people playing, some of which had travelled from l’Hospitalet, Barcelona, Menorca and Mallorca in order to participate.

Anyone who will be in Ibiza at the end of March this year (March 22nd) will be able to see another Scrabble championship, this time maybe a good chance to give it a first shot. Admission possible until March 20th. The championship will be held at a local school in Sant Josep and afterwards, everyone can let the evening ease out with the famous Flower Power Party in Sant Josep. Come in hippy clothing to the championship and have a good laugh. Afterwards, chances are that we probably all go there, which is basically the sign that summer is around the corner, the weather is quite nice, and the days are getting longer.

Here is a nice weekend to be had! Why not join in?

For more information, please visit this page

http://scrabbleclubeivissa.blogspot.com.es/

The Scrabble Club Ibiza (Eivissa) and its blog

The Scrabble Club Eivissa can be reached through the blog or the facebook page (“scrabble club eivissa”).

Ask for Pau Arranz, president of the Scrabble Club Ibiza.

English / German / French / Dutch / Italian / Greek language contacts can also contact me, Chryssula Kokossulis, member of the Scrabble Club Ibiza.

http://www.fiscrabble.cat/

The International Federation of Scrabble in Catalan

I know what you’re gonna think. Exhibitions and especially openings can be pretty boring. Now you’re gonna think. Right, so now you tell me that yours was different. Yes, ours was different. We had people from all over the place. There were Belgians, Australians, Lithuanians, Catalans, Germans, Argentinians, French people, Spaniards, and other nations I have no knowledge about. To me, being an extrovert human being, and possibly also someone who only gears up when I can listen and speak to three or better four languages at a time, it was just like a dream come true. The buzz, the vibe and getting a direct comment on what you do. That is so great. For some others, it might have been their personal nightmare. Ugh… So many different languages, too many people around. Yikes. Well, then quite obviously, openings of that kind are not cut out for you.

The lecture itself also went pretty well. No major hickups. I was excited but managed to keep a lid on things and present the poems well I was told. These are the things that people need to tell you afterwards. Mind you, I do think I could have done better if I hadn’t been nervous like hell and if I had had a chance to prepare that my lecture was filmed (a thing I had no knowledge about when I started the reading. After the first or second poem they were suddenly there right in the middle of it. But what can you do? 😉 ). If you think you’re good, that’s when start being bad. And I strive to be good. Well, sometimes, you have to do with so-so. But I won’t settle for that.

Anyway, that’s neither hither nor thither, so we had our opening night of our Dark Vila exhibition last Friday and, funnily enough, there was always the right number of people around. Not too many, not too few. Always kind of people coming and going. I know the exact number of people but I won’t debase myself and tell. No. I am too proud for that. This is my secret. The funny things is that there were people, mostly unknown to us since all of a sudden, most of our friends, were unfortunately not there due to car problems, flu, and other impediments. I guess opening nights can be tricky in that respect. But here and there, there were new faces, new opinions, and new takes.

I must say it was not what I had anticipated but it was even better instead, much better. It was very lively. So, we had people from the Consell (I was surprised again), the culture person in charge (surprised again), later on, IB3 popped around … in a moment when I had started reading out the poems aloud in three different languages. Speaking about perfect timing, it would have been great to know they were coming but they had left it open if they would or not, so it was again another element of surprise here 😉 and – to be quite honest – in a moment when I not really believed they would make it and cover such a small event. But they came and they did. We even got a mention in the Saturday noticies, preceded by a very funny teaser! I was amazed. A few moments later, I was sent the link of the small feature film. Brave new media world that has such people in it!

Dark Vila mostra una eivissa ben diferent – Click here to see the IB3 video

I am still walking a bit on air. It is a strange feel, a bit surreal. But a good one I guess.

We achieved something. Not everyone will see our exhibition but those who did all had a friendly comment for us, and I got new ideas, new perspectives and new little incentives for some future projects. That’s the beauty of it.

Oh, did I mention that Diario de Ibiza gave us a third of a whole page to anounce our DARK VILA exhibition which was very generous considering the fact that we are not really on the screen of anyone and considering we are flying well below the radar plus the fact that they had not seen the expo before writing their article? That was a vote of confidence I would say. 😉 That was one day prior to the opnening. I will scan it later on and try to insert it as well. Up until now, things have been really crazy. Right now, I want to step back and maybe fast forward to a different moment in time, but hey, no, I want to enjoy this. Like I enjoyed that evening, together with my husband Berno, my children and of course with Oliver Janssen who is the other half of this joint project and that took us five months to set up. Take a look at his blog too.

Come to see Dark Vila. It is really worth the long (?!) way to Sant José de sa Talaia on the white (and sometimes dark) isle of Ibiza. At least, judging from the comments we received so far.

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I will try to get more media coverages here on this blog but I also need to get back on track with my Catalan learning chores, my translation work and the preparation of my first novel in catalan and finding the right people to walk that way with me. So bear with me please.

Here is the link to the exhibition https://www.facebook.com/?ref=tn_tnmn#!/events/440385366024045/

There is a distance that seems endless, limitless and somehow almost unfathomable when we think back to our predecessors. And yet, we still have so much within us that goes back right to the times when we were barely clad with some animal skins and went out collecting berries, herbs and fruit while the strongest and most valiant of our tribe would go out hunting to put meat on the table. When I think about what is going on in our society I come to the conclusion that we are not that far away at all. Not only are our clothing customs somewhat strange when one thinks about it long enough, not only are the women still suffering from hitting the socalled glass ceiling that keeps them from rising fast enough and high enough according to their mental and social qualities. Not only are the most valiant ones in our tribes somewhat degenerated. They no longer go out hunting. They no longer come back with something which is good for everyone in the tribe. And what’s more: They no longer are the most valiant ones, the most clever ones we have.

To be honest with you… In one weird fleeting moment I really thought about what would happen if Rajoy, Sarkozy and Merkel and all the other statesmen were subjected to the piercing eyes of a neanderthal tribe… What would happen then? We can only guess. Sounds like the beginning of another far-out science fiction story? Maybe. But… Come to think of it. The Neanderthals were not foolish. They did not have the intellectual capacities. But they had another thing instead, and that was the will and the power to survive. They knew if they would stick together they would be able to feed each and everyone who was strong enough to make it. There was a selection, maybe a cruel one. But at the end of the day they would make sure that only the ones that understood better, worked harder, and fought better, hit harder and had stronger teeth or wider shoulders would make it. Don’t get me wrong I am not an advocate for a social Darwinism here, not at all.

All I am saying is that back in those days, they still had the right perspective. And that was a straight and narrow path they had. Make or break. Do or die. They knew it. If they made one fatal decision, well, it might cost them or the whole tribe their lives.

So, back to our situation in 2012, here we are. Mankind, highly eveloped species. Or at least that’s what we think we are. I think we are not that far away from Mr and Mrs Caveman around a few thousands years ago. Only, Mr and Mrs Caveman died probably at the age of 34 or 39 if they were lucky enough to see their grandchildren. Life was accelerated back then. Accelerated to survive.

Today we have a different kind of acceleration. An acceleration to consume, to use, to abuse and to throw away. We have children at the age that some of our predecessors had when they died after a long and fulfilled life. We, in turn, don’t know what to do with ourselves. We want to remain children all our adult lives, in an endless quest to pamper ourselves, we lose ourselves in the endless sea of open doors, of unfulfilled possibilities. And still, we are not one inch better than the caveman. Cos we also like to make a killing, we would like to see defeat, we would like to burn down the house of someone who did us wrong. So, any kind of upbeat message here?

To be honest, I guess there is none.

Mankind in itself is cruel, set out to kill, destroy and dominate their peers as much as their enemies. We live in a not so fairytale world. How did I come up with this topic? Well, that is a very good question indeed. I am not so philosophical myself but I do consider myself a good observer of people and also of situations. I can see a picture or a scene, and I can tell you straight up what is wrong here.

The problem however being that seeing the problem … well let’s be honest … it does not get us anywhere. In my book, we as a species, can only survive if we stop being so downright debased, mean, selfish, and depraved. That is what is killing us? It is our own innermost character. Nothing more, nothing less.

We all shout it from the rooftops, we all want to be the good ones in the script, but when someone knocks at our door, the scenery changes very fast and we become someone we would not like to be at all. We become the judge, we judge anyone else but ourselves. We are quite a selfish lot. A lot that really does not understand the truth that is staring us in the face.

Europe is a blatant failure when you take away the pink glasses that every Eurovision Song Contest still wants to convey – alas, in vain. Maastricht seems to have been nothing but a fairytale. And that was just a historic breath away, twenty years, no more.

The currency Euro has failed as well.

The commonground idea of the European union has been given up by some politicians who have their say. It is a sad circus of overpaid government officials.

The majority of people is not really interested in reading the sign of the times. The writing is on the wall.

The coming years, we are going to experience life not as fun, not as easygoing as it once was.That of course only goes if you belong to the 80% of the people who are not blessed with a big acquisitive power. Let’s put things even more plainly. We may have no hope to reach financial freedom in our lives. But let’s be clear. The stakes are high. The crisis has sharpened the gaping jaws of poverty that are opened wide and we can maybe just about make it. That is: if we are intelligent enough and if we are lucky.

The most essential items are back: We are lucky if we have a roof above our heads, if we are allowed to work, and if we can set food on the table each and every day. If we can afford medical attention. The crisis is the new plague. The incubation time is over. The illness is spreading, and the patient is frail, but it has not reached its peak yet, even though some of us might believe it is already full on there, but no… Lucky us, no?

But inspite of the turmoil, the confusion and the spreading loss of values in society, in society’s nuclei (the family) and in companies, people try out things. New things. Exciting things. They start to remember their creative power. They organise themselves. They form new entities. New stateforms. New political parties. Alternative paths are often chosen.

 

 

Like in Catalunya, as much as in Scotland. People are remembering that they might actually be able to move a thing or two if they start fighting. To be honest, living in Spain and in a region were Catalan is spoken, at this very moment, proves to be the most exciting experience I could wish for. Don’t get me wrong. I live here because I chose to be here. It was not a random decision. It was well anticipated.

For me, as a philologist and historian, this whole Independence issue in Catalunya and the fight for Catalan remaining a second language is a very exciting, thrilling, and intriguing thing to witness. Everything seems possible at the moment. If people are strong enough to fight.

But there are other things, that go right beyond Spain and the Catalan Independence Fighters. Europe itself is reshaping. I have the feeling that the next five years and our economic wells and woes are going to shape Europe, the old world and also shape us in many ways.

It is time to pass on to a new chapter. This is history that invites you not just to sit there and stare at your computer on end. Think of all the bad things going on in your own country. Think about what you as an individual could do to make a change. Think about where you seem to be the prisoner of old habits, of jaded traditions, a victim of politicians’ greed for more, just spending the money of others while doing nothing for the public benefit. Where are you in this picture? Who or what is holding you back? Or if you are free – Where could you help others or yourself to free yourself of the shackles of modern day life?

Sometimes, many isolated baby steps may lead to a giant leap. Even though, I must admit, I am not really a deeply political person, I am fed up with the situation in so many ways and for me it is true. The time has come. No-one with a decent enough brain and heart should be non-political. I would wish for many changes. As much for the system itself, as well as in terms of political transparence, in terms of penalization of defrauding of boni grabbing, greedy and simply lying politicians as well as bankers, in terms of a solidarity between the rich and the poor, in terms of respecting language, identity, education and culture.

Culture is not a luxury. It is a must.

You too can make a change!

The magic of playing scrabble is one of the things that comes in the package of learning a new language. Of course, it goes without saying that you can always play Scrabble in your native tongue but playing it in a new language is even more exciting. Scrabble gets you thinking, it brings you to your personal limit, it makes you aware of how the words are formed in a certain language, and how some words may be included in others, as well as your association chain will lead you to words you did not even know existed. That’s what is happening when you play scrabble. Apart from being a fun game when you are around with people who are really Scrabble addicts, no matter whether you are a sucker for language, word formation and neologisms, whether you got kids in the house, no matter whether you are not really into language or not, scrabble can really be a game that helps you fill in those bla(n/c)k parts of your vocabulary.

It gives you a whole new horizon. I used to play this a lot when I was a child. Now Scrabble came back with a vengeance. I really dig that game.

The probably best part of it is that each game you learn something. It can be a fairly strategic game once the players are a bit advanced, but basically it is a game where you can win on both sides. Win with the best words, or because you may strategic enough to outwit the other contestant.

It is fun, try it. Get back and try playing a board game. It’s retro and it’s damn fun.

There are several reasons for this blog entry today. One of course is the anniversary of T. S. Eliot’s birthday who would have been 124 exactly today. However, that by far is not the only one. To me, T.S. Eliot has always been a special writer why I also wrote my masters thesis about his poetry (more specifically about Death in the Poetry of T.S.Eliot). T.S. Eliot was, is and will always have a special place in my personal library.

Another reason is today’s celebration of the International or European Day of Language.

A third reason is the rising atmosphere of xenophobia here in Spain.

When you look at Eliot’s probably most famous work, The Waste Land, a long poem from 1921, one cannot deny that Eliot is “the” Modernist writer of the beginning of the last century. When you read it, you have an eery sense of what he must have felt like as an American in England. But I don’t want to speak about his biography today, nor will I go into an in-depth analysis of one of his poems or plays. But instead I wanted to talk about the use of foreign languages in his work. T.S. Eliot was an English native speaker of course. But in the course of his life and thanks to a rather high-brow education, he learned Latin, Greek, French and even German. So, he was educated and he was polyglot. Back in those days, that was unusual if not somewhat unique. Plus he was an immigrant in England. He had come from his birthplace St. Louis, Missouri, to England. That must have been a bit of a cultural shock for him, I reckon.

Why do I mention this? Because in the Waste Land we have a kaleidoscope of different voices, like a radio, many voices, all speaking in their mother tongues. Eliot was someone eager enough in terms of intelligence and also with his education, someone who would suck up foreign literature as well as culture like a sponge. He was interested and back in those days, foreigners were scarce enough, so they would be pampered and treated rather uniquely well.

Trying to suck up culture and also the language –  That is something I must say that I tried to copy from him. And having said that, I would wish for more people to be much more open minded about culture, language and also people who come to their country to live and of course to learn their language.

I do find that nowadays our cultural and also intercultural digest/menu is rather shallow and the number of educated and well read people is pretty scarce. When I want to talk books, especially ones that have something more to say than 50 shades of Grey or some other book rubbish, I don’t have much choice since given my natural habitat of now 5 years, I won’t do this with a lot of people who are around me. Most of the book friends, of people who actually go out and buy books (yes, people like that do exist!!!) will be my old friends, or some funny acquaintances I happen to virtually meet through the internet or through the traffic on my blogs or Facebook. I don’t like to say this but it is true: A lot of Spaniards do not read very much… Some of them hardly read anything at all which I found extremely amazing but in a way that also scared me a little. That is just books. Foreign languages is even worse.

So many people in Spain do not even care to consider to learn proper English, let alone German, Dutch or French or another foreign language that would be a benefit to them, especially when you think that at least 85% of all the people have in one way or another customer contact and their business will be tourism related. This may only hold true for the Balearics and some place on the Costa Brava, but still. A shame it is.

Ok, slowly but surely, things are changing. Language schools are popping into existence. There are some language schools around, but let’s be honest. The level of education is still far away from where it should be. Of course, in Germany, the things are nowadays also not as culturally focussed as they used to be. The general level of education has been dwindling for the past 15 years I would think. Some Germans don’t really further themselves either, but since I live in Spain, and I get live examples every day I speak about the experiences I make around here. Especially now, when mobility is one of the key assets that today’s laboral market is demanding from us each and every day, I can’t but ask myself: why does it become more and more difficult to integrate oneself in a society as a foreigner? Why – especially now – xenophobia has come back with a vengeance?

That is one of the key questions I have been asking myself the last couple of days. Triggered by the question, what is nationality and what kind of bearings does nationality bring with it, I went one step further and asked myself why I still cannot speak catalan as well as one might expect after two years of steady learning and trying to be around a lot of catalan speaking people?

The answer in my case is pretty easy. Once guiri, always guiri. When we are speaking of the hindrances to move up in society through the so-called glass ceiling, we should add the vertical glass ceiling as well. I, born 50% Greek and 50% German, been raised and schooled and started out going to uni in Germany and then in Ireland, must state: in Germany I felt very much integrated but that was because the 70’es as a whole was a very nice decade to be a foreign kid in Germany. We used to be the exotic children. With the funny names. Which apparently, the little Greeks or Turks no longer are. The climate has changed. Pretty obviously.

And so it has changed in Spain as well. Here, you are being asked your DNI and when you scramble out your huge green certificate to show your a foreigner, there is this movement in the face of many government workers where you note that to them, foreigners are basically a waste of space. We are being asked more and more certificates, it is so ridiculous. We are Europeans. For God’s sake.

Ok, I am a big girl. I can handle the treatment. But what I can’t handle is the slightly more subversive form of xenophobia which is still alive and kicking. Want to read an example? Sure.

When I think about my willingness to learn Catalan. This is really a thing which is optional. As a Greek/German with perfectly good English and a nice professional level of Spanish, I really would have had to bother to learn Catalan. But then, since I am a language person, I did it. It felt good. It felt like a challenge at the time.

Fast forward two years, and now I can only say: You are being left alone. You are a foreigner. And you remain a foreigner. And that is something that I never felt before in my life. It is a weird feeling.

Last winter, I started out with two courses in Catalan, a B2 level to kind of brush up the grammar bits, and then the C1 course to move forward languagewise. After a record breaking 160 hours of Catalan I cannot really say that I improved very much… And that is due to what? Due to my constant denial to learn things. No, that’s for sure not the case. I really made an effort here, and I very much doubt it that anyone might have gotten better results given the circumstances. First of all, the course was filled with people my age (end thirties / beginning fourties) since this is the age group of Spanish citizens who were left out of the Catalan revolution at schools. So, there you go. One should think that they would be happy to see some foreigners in their courses. Nooooo wayyyyyy. All the Spaniards are somehow sticking together no matter how hard you try to become acquainted even on a superficial level. Second, a teacher who takes care of what his pupils ought to be taught in terms of grammar…

Well, enter and abandon all hope. After the C1 course I did at the local cultural centre in Ibiza called Can Ventosa (carried out by Institut d’Estudis Eivissencs), I must really say: it was a complete waste of time and also of effort. The teacher always spoke about things, only a Spaniard would understand. His accent was so hard to understand that it took me weeks to adapt. When I finally understood him, I noticed it wasn’t much I was missing out. He was speaking about football stars, the latest funny things the king or Udangarin did and some other really strange conversation topics. Nevertheless, I went there. Week in, week out. I am a fighter and I won’t stop going there unless I have had my chance to really get some more education. Little did I know… I should have stayed at home and tried to listens to TV3 or have watched some Catalan movies instead.

Guess what… At the end of the term, when everyone was preparing for the exams, that was the very first time we started out on grammar. I had tried to talk him into using more grammar bits which he would not do, since that would be a thing for much lower level. Now, having tried and failed the C1 test, which – given a proper grammar exercises – I would have easily passed, I feel really bad having wasted so much time on going to courses, where I did not have proper learning, where I did not have at least some social interaction… To be quite honest, there is one woman which I sometimes see but that is about it. Which is very sad. I mean sometimes it does not happen. But since I am a socially interactive person I really start wondering about xenophobia…

In Germany I never experienced this. Now, after 5 years in Spain, in Ibiza, I noticed that we are looked upon as foreigners. Ok, we have a little circle of friends, but there is not one Spanish family we became acquainted with. All our friends are immigrants like us as well. People from all over the place. England, Denmark, Ecuador, Romania, Israel, France, Germany… but the Spanish people obviously like to keep to themselves. Which is a shame.

And the worst of all. The Catalan thing that really should unite people is in fact separating people.

When I apply this knowledge onto the latest events I saw on TV, I really start wondering, what good can it do to a state like Spain when in times of economic downfall, foreigners are being pushed aside… I very much start to wonder if the Catalans are any better… I tried for several weeks to get some involvement with people who would have been able to correct my long short story or short novel, however you wanna call it, and guess what… There is not one person who wants to do it.

They say, that times like these are hard. I would say that mankind slowly loses the capacity of viewing culture, language and music as a vital keystone that they could go out and share with one another. That is something that makes me funnily enough really sad. When I see all these notices about the day of languages… that is also celebrated today, I get sick in my stomach when I see that I – after three months of searching, putting up papers and don’t know what other stuff I did to get someone – cannot find a nice person to read and correct my story… And that is not about me. That is about society as a whole and the way people tick these days.

Everything is about money. And about “Are you useful to me?”. I feel sickened. Having said that, I really do hope that one day, someone will turn up and just show me that there are still some nice people around who tick differently. Right now, I cannot bring myself to either enroll in another Catalan class, nor to finish my novel without the proper help of someone who could fill in my obvious grammer gaps.

Funnily enough, I did a test today on the internet and found out, that my overall comprehension level is C2 and my level of oral as well as written expression is only B2… And that is kind of telling in my book I would say.

I don’t want to end on a downward note, but right now, I seem to have lost all motivation to really follow that road. Maybe, the idea of writing in catalan was too big a thing. Maybe, I am just an anachronism in terms what I expect from people. When I used to study in Ireland in 1991 / 1992 there was not any internet, but there were people from all over the world in Trinity Hall. And that is the kind of cosmopolitan atmosphere I do not find here. I find it stifling. I find I am surrounded by people who are xenophobic. Worse even: they claim not to be xenophobes, when in fact they are… And they are the worst kind of all… They smile into your face. They keep telling you, how nice of you to learn catalan. On the inside, they have these stupid thoughts, that you are just a guiri, and that you are not worth their while. Like I said: Hidden xenophobes. And that is not a good thing to feel like.

Please… Don’t forget. We are everywhere foreigners. Only in the country where we were born, we are not foreigners. Don’t be xenophobes. That is the most stupid attitude on earth, just like racism or other kinds of -isms.

Never forget… Illegal Immigration started in 1492…

When you look around in the world. Most of the people are concerned with the 9/11 celebration and remembrance services for the heroes in NYC. But, living in Spain, 9/11 gets outdone easily by this year’s “L’Onze de setembre” which is the National Day for all Catalans. I don’t want to go too deep into the history of the date but it goes back to the year 1714 when a lot of people died a heroic death, serving their country and dying for it.

The world of 2012 is undisputably quite different nowadays. First of all, today a lot of Catalans were in Barcelona celebrating the Catalonian National Day. This was a day of historical dimensions. There were 2 million people present in the Catalonian capitol Barcelona. A lot of them waving the red and yellow flag with the star. They showed their political opinion. And it was a demonstration that had no major hickups as far as I know.

Then, some of us need to follow a more mundane rhythm of life. Basically, you are far away. Back in the olden days, you would have yesterday’s paper to inform yourself. But hey, this is 21st century. You have all the comfort of sitting at home, watching television, using the social media such as facebook and twitter to receive the information of an event you would like to witness rather closely but cannot make it.

To be honest, I did feel quite close to the events. I read a lot of well written articles about how people right now. Of course, I am just someone who immigrated about five years ago, but I still feel I have a right to form a political opinion on what is evolving here before my very eyes. Even though it is quite clear that if I had had such a terrible urge to go, I would have gone there. I can safely say: Go on, Catalans. Try to push forward. It is worth a try. Go on, Catalans. Don’t submit yourself. And what I saw today was a sign that a lot of young and youngish Catalans are not prepared to tolerate too much shit we are being fed each and every day. They have been pushed that far that now the idea of separating from Spain altogether does not seem such a bad idea.

And you know what… After having done a fair bit of reading, I totally agree with them.

Visca Catalunya lliure.

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