The daily dictatorship

Mine must be pandemic fatigue.Sitting in a bench in the Plaza de la Glorieta de Santa Pola, a mask hangs from my right ear.It is already mandatory to put it on the street.I see almost everyone with the buzal on;The most rebellious, who are very few, get it down to the chin leaving their nose exposed.

While watching the scene, an old man sits by my side and often.The castle is behind us.Sees me reading the newspaper.Start reciting some verses in Valencian.

"You have a good memory," I tell you.

"I have her, although I'm illiterate.That has not prevented me from having my business.

Vicente (or visitor, as he pronounced) was born in 1941 in a very humble family.He was a fisherman and fishmonger.Has three sons;One of them inherited the family business, but he does not spend time or want, what dislikes the father.

"Are you reading the information?"

-Nope;I read the ABC.

—That's more international.

Seat with the look: the monarchist and conservative newspaper is "more international".

Vicente reminds me of his fisherman's past, when thirteen or fourte."Now only three or four go," he laments.

Dinero gastado en “juergas y putillas”

He also tells me about a rich of the town for which he worked five years, and that he spent everything "in spree and putillas," he ended up ruined, and like other countrymen used to go to Café del Uncle Luis, today missing, who was fairin front of where we talk.It reminds me of the hunger that happened in the postwar period, when his mother sent him to collect a cucurucho with half a kilo of lentils.That was all his food.And of a bread that I have not met, a hub of black bread that fed many families those black years."Child, don't eat the bread in the afternoon, which will then have nothing to have dinner," his mother warned him.

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After saying goodbye on Thursday morning clean of clouds, with a superb and generous blue, I try to imagine what that country would be in the postwar period, but it is impossible for me to get into the skin of Vicente.Were he and his family happier than us?He wouldn't know what to answer.His life, surely, was harder than ours.Were they freer?Political, certainly not;In the affairs of everyday life, on a day -to -day basis, Vicente and his were freer in that dictatorship than in the year we have just released.

Understand what I mean.There will be some reader willing to shoot me, and he will do well to do so, I encourage him, because these things give me vidilla.I clarify in case there are doubts: one thing is political freedom (the legitimate choice between PSOE, PP and Podedamage anyone.This is where I wanted to arrive.I will try to explain.

Nos espían y vigilan gracias al móvil

New technologies have made us subjects controlled by governments and large companies.They know where we are, who we talk to, our routines.They spy on us and watch.Your control tool is the mobile, designed by one hundred engineers to generate as much dependency as possible.

Another example.In these Christmas days, in addition to carrying the mouth as domesticated dogs, a waiter, who is not an agent of authority, can ask us for a safe -conduct to eat the menu of the day.This is illegal and unconstitutional, but who cares for compliance with the law in a Spain governed by autocrats?

If you want to have your savings, everything will be hit in your bank.You will even have to ask for a previous appointment to be attended, or will be imposed by inconcilable cash schedules with your work schedules.

In the event that they move by car, local authorities will make your life impossible.If you try to park, you will run into the blue zone, which already extends beyond urban centers.All with the intention of raising.It doesn't matter if you have paid the circulation tax.Soon they will make you pay for the use of highways whose maintenance you suffer with your taxes.

If, on the contrary, you opt for the plane or the train, they will treat you as stabulated cattle.You must also moderate your language because there are things that cannot be said;Special frown in choosing the right food, reading convenient books and watching correct movies.Be very careful if you smoke.They want to prohibit smoking in your car and fine with up to 2.000 euros if you turn on a pitillo on the beach.

In Spain everything is prohibited, except something.

Lo próximo, prohibir el dinero en efectivo

And so, little by little, the individual is transformed into a pellele in the hands of the political-technological-business complex that steals, here and in the rest of the West, the few freedoms that are being left.The next thing will be to prohibit cash on the pretext of fighting fiscal fraud and organized crime.This will close the circle: the fate of all our payments will know.

The narcotized majority nods and silent.They tell him that it is for his good.Tyranias always do things for the good of their subjects.Now it's for our health.Meanwhile, new laws are promulgated every day - which government is the first to breach - and more and more restrictions are approved, among the joy of much of a population that has internalized the discourse of fear and servitude.

If everything continues like this, if there is no helm, that there will be, there is near the day they stole the last of the freedoms.When that time comes, most will believe it is still free because they let him get high and see pornhub at home.The State will no longer need its police to impose themselves: we will all have assumed the status of pets of power, vassals who have resigned to fight for their dignity.

I would not have liked to live in postwar Spain, during those years of hap, poverty and fear.However, the people who met her, despite being victims of a dictatorship, enjoyed the freedom of the little things that we are denied.In that country one could disappear without leaving a mark, and calling the family, after a while, to say that everything was going well, and everyone stayed.Today this is painfully impossible.Freedom, apparently, is a battalion of grandparents.