Today was a servant, walking down the city stressful and overwhelming thinking a bit about everything, today was one of these days when it longs for the innocence of childhood when the biggest problem was not until the end to see the pictures because you had to go to school, those days as the world begins and ends in self, a world in which there were no responsibilities, worries, obligations ... At the time of strain the conversation of a girl, not more than eleven years with his mother captivated me, the young man was excitedly telling her mother at school today had seen what was democracy, the teacher had explained the English democracy and all it had to fight to get it and at that time was reflected in his emotional expression all concepts that make up democracy, freedom, equality, respect, tolerance, fellowship ... had long
did not hear anyone praising that and with that power of democracy, his vocabulary was not very technical and pronunciation of the words was a bit of its own, but neither were needed his speech, his attempts to spread that feeling, that stupor of democracy to his mother were enough to see out loud that democracy had seeped through the lucky girl ...
That image, that time has made me draw a big smile on my face of stress and worry at the same time that made me turn that little machine that sometimes starts to work alone, this little machine that we call memory and is connected to move around at the moment in which the protagonist of this great discovery that democracy was I, when many securities, which did not know half the mean flying in my head, symbolizing a new world opened before me, when I was sure that no in Spain if not worldwide democracy prevailed as the only way of living among men, women and nature ...
tried to remember when I lost illusion and belief in the existence of that word, probably the day I checked in our society even men and women separated us from a lot of differences (differences that neither were nor are today still to biological and innate but cultural and created and maintained by us / as) the same day I saw that skin color was a criterion of classification, that loving someone of the same sex was still a crime for a large proportion of the population, hit with batons beat the word, that the majority policy was and is a sum of bulls, that the mere fact be citizens but we do not make great money we have, that the phrase both combatants are worth no era un dicho sino una realidad, que la pobreza extrema en otros países era y es mantenida y creada por otros países que se denominan civilizados, el día que vi como la gente hacia invisibles a las verdaderas víctimas de las guerras, guerras que habían empezado por la ambición y la sed de dinero, posiblemente fuera el mismo día que me convertí en una persona adulta, resignada a pensar que algún día la sociedad despertaría de su profundo sueño en el que el hambre, la guerra, la pobreza, el dolor y demás no eran asunto suyo.
Empezaba a llover en esta gris tarde madrileña mientras yo seguía cavilaba acerca de cómo será el día en que esa niña, que me había hecho recordar not so old then, as I discovered today that the term had told his teacher and in which she lived was nothing more than another cheap mufa the hypocrisy of our society ...
could have continued musing about how the now tramples on the name of democracy every day on such factors as gender discrimination, sexual emotional intolerance, xenophobia, the immigrant detention centers are created, the shamelessness with which our politicians pretend to be gods the chains of prejudice that the company dragged behind him, on how governments allow hunger and death of innocent people in exchange for control black gold, feel the shame that those who gave their lives for democracy ...
But today wasn'ta good day for martyrdom, so I isolated myself in the world that reminds me of the great music by Ismael Serrano my helmet with the image of the illusion that she thought that maybe it is still true that there is still hope to someday be able to say with a big mouth that we live in a democracy
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