Political ferment

It was happened by sheer chance that I bought the book. It was by sheer chance that while I was reading the chapter entitled `Demons and Dragons´ people were going for a walk in the Rambla too.

The fate wanted that at the same time I was reading that when the author left the city the Rambla was returned in to its whole being: families filling the paseo, walking up and down, kiosks, flowers, outside tables and a stream of people strolling their lives, thirteen people were dying under the wheels of one van —adding it Cambrils they are sixteen.

While I was reading those lines it was happening the terrorist attacks in Barcelona. For God —if he exists— has better things to do I say we must to blame the fate for this tragedy.

A week went by.

In the middle of such `volapuk´, Mossos, Police and Guardia Civil are trying not to wash their dirty linen in public. Even one can hear that there are some political reasons in order to show the self-sufficiency of the Catalan police force. (Nowadays Catalonia is immersed in the whirl of Independence Referendum.)

Colm Tóibín calls it `the political ferment´.

From my Borstal.

LDR

COLM TÓIBÍN.- Homage to Barcelona. Picador. London, 2002