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do not know if with age I have become gullible, if I lost my usual scientific skepticism toward the art of politics, in the I've never believed that I have always despised, but the truth is I've been following and listening to speeches lately Albert Rivera, Ciutadans party candidate / Citizens changing with astonishing ease to English Catalan language, sometimes without you yourself even taste it, showing the existing bilingualism in the street and putting it against the attitudes, often closed and intolerant, the Catalan parliament. And in so doing, to hear what Albert Rivera has to say, I do not know if I'm, like Ulysses, bringing my ship to the disaster, disappointment has always been around the gift I made the policy, so just in case remain tied to the mast, listening to that voice and those siren voices calling me with a phrase that has always been on my own: "The rights are not the territories, but of citizens."

Another thing could be that this expression of humanist, I've always worn proudly on the chest (see previous post "Then and Now, my idea of \u200b\u200bnationalism"), does not mean the same to me that Mr. Rivera, reason, and considering a hypothetical encounter impossible to chat and drink coffee, "I continue listening and attending to his campaign, his interviews and speeches.

So far there are many points on which I agree, even personally, with this candidate. I also, for example, have discussed with many friends and family to defend Catalonia bigoted and stubborn attitudes, and since I came to live in Catalonia, Three years ago, I felt-as he himself said in an interview yesterday in The Journal - "like a fireman putting out fires caused by hard-liners here and there." Of course there are other things not agree with Ciutadans, for example that makes exaggerated defense of the English constitution as if it were immutable and not really improved, but again I think, as Albert Rivera, that the occupation of politicians should be to manage and tax equity of citizens, to guarantee their freedoms, not to create other nations within nations, and is much more logical and positive convergence states into a globalized world of free citizens (Spain to Europe and Europe to the world, preserving every people their historical and cultural identity, of course) that this trend of nationalist politicians to talk about historic rights and territorial boundaries to create and there are no differences between citizens and neighbors who listen to his speeches after separatists are mixed seamlessly into the melting pot of languages \u200b\u200band cultures that is our planet today.

Catalonia differences can have on the rest of Spain or the planet Earth are laudable and worthy of conservation, but also pale in comparison to fundamental human rights and individual liberty. So I am in favor of positive discrimination of Catalan to help you stay alive against the might of Castilian in the world and in Catalonia in particular, but never to the point of having to prohibit, limit or restrict the use of Castilian because, again, the languages \u200b\u200bhave no rights, it is citizens who have them-and that is what a politician or ruler, anywhere, has to guarantee. It rules over territories, there is no other way, but is run for citizens who come from here or there, that move looking for work, a couple or their own happiness and who want to do it all free, with or without flag with or without national pride.

live and work in Catalonia, and I do not believe for one moment, I want to stay and build my family here on the shores of the Mediterranean near Serrat blue sea, I want to immerse myself in every summer, but still keep the dust dry Castilian plateau and my name, and I hope my future children can grow up without idolizing another flag or any other color than the green of the pines and the yellow of the broom. Is it possible you have found a like-minded political, or does are just siren?.

leave here the link to a video of campaign Ciutadans:

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And another of a TV3 entevista Albert Rivera, which unfortunately does not mean he does not know Catalan, but it's worth despite leading questions from the interviewer:
Interview with Albert

TV3 Rivera

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Then and now, my idea of \u200b\u200bnationalism

hope not to make the complacency but a few days ago while reading an old article I published in the journal faculty, back in 97 or 98, I have realize that, although my words on that were aimed at undermining the authority of the English state and the nation, the same words, without changing an inch, are equally valid and applicable to Catalan nationalism I see in this society where I live now. That is why the reissued almost fifteen years later, because when I hear of nationalism or national identity, and now, on the eve of elections, is continually "makes me want to ask my neighbors, regardless of the language they speak, think about if they are really flags, banners and local symbols which is located in the center of their lives, or if they believe that man with all his humanity, which knows no boundaries as evidenced by the literature, which must prevail . So here goes:

I do not want to do the military

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and far always believed the day would leave for the military. Military service was for my dodge as easy as asking for a surplus school and request a further extension year after year, and perhaps because I have not ever given this issue the attention it deserved, sheltered and shielded in the distance I separated from government threaten I never knew at all if they comply. It's funny but I never ask the military to include me on your list objector, or as disobedient me directly cross it, and that hot day in late June I went to the station of Atocha to present my first extension I do not remember but a certain feeling of shame, while waiting with my papers in line, as if trying to evade a duty or obligation, avoiding fallacies and tricks what should have been an honor. It's funny, I say, because I look now, I compare with what was then, and I do not recognize.

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henever I like reading but I always read the same things. At fifteen years, for example, I spent hours engrossed in the novels of Tom Clancy, author of works neat where ordinary men and industrious citizen, married, with children, sacrificed their lives for the cause of their country and died lacerated by bullets while grabbing hard on a flagpole. I read those stories and, as can be done only in adolescence, he lived: with warplanes decorated the walls of my room, I knew all the models, the full panoply of each army, wanted to be military pilot, flying under antiaircraft fire.

At about that time I told him my uncle, a summer night strolling the streets of Santander, the argument of one of those heroic novels that caused me so much joy and, to his visible lack of enthusiasm I asked how he would feel if a foreign country, France, for example, we invaded at dawn. He shrugged and argued: "Well, if the French govern us better. . .. " I still remember the huge disappointment that I felt, especially because it came from someone I revered so much.

Eventually I got tired of reading Tom Clancy, I still liked his stories but I had already begun writing and literary readings needed, better told. I left an entire course to the United States to study the COU, among other things I learned what a country full of himself, his little story and changing its recent flag. I loved that way of life, their wives, their countryside, but warned its citizens an almost inborn arrogance, based largely on ignorance of other cultures other than their own. When completed the COU, I went from there, two FBI agents visited the family that I had hosted that year because they did not understand that my name appeared among young people American graduates of the promotion of 93 but was not, however, the list of eligible persons to be called by the country in case of war. Told me then my American family, agents do not set up any shed, knocked down doors or not entered the race through a dense white smoke, hardly went beyond mere curiosity, the idleness of a dumb question: had not checked advance my foreign nationality, which of course I apologized to enlist in his army, nor hesitated to appear well-dressed in front of the door for a year was also my home, alerted to the possible existence of an American that was not a patriot.

On my return to Spain entered the Faculty of Physics and learned why the sky is blue by day, red at dawn and dark of night. United States, apart from endless notable experiences I had brought some books, including, interestingly, an English copy of Tom Clancy that still waits in the dusty shelf in my room to read it. And although I was not aware then, I brought an appreciation for American literature that I was slowly inoculated Mrs.Bennington, which had been my teacher of English literature. And over the years I read some American authors, Faulkner, Hemingway, Bradbury, Henry James and Nabokov. . . But also to European authors, world classics, Shakespeare, Goethe, Proust, and I realized that just giving the nationality or the color of their flag, all wrote about the same feelings, love, anger, revenge, melancholy. . . and only the setting or the time were different, under a constant simply human, not national, timeless. Later I learned that this, precisely, is called literature.

Today more than ever, I am a citizen of the world, human being, not just English. I feel linked to the customs of my people, to the distant reconquest of the peninsula, the heat of the plateau, the processions of Holy Week, but I also feel close and connected to expel Arabs and named most of the stars that gleam above us, the Nordic peoples and indomitable spirit or the Indians Americans who travel three days after guiding the European expeditions needed rest for another three, they said, their souls would reach behind and merge again with their bodies.

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hour mandatory period is exhausted, the last of my extensions to go to military service and soon expires'll come to headquarters to ask what a few years ago, that summer night in Santander, I would not have happened: the objection, not academic or requested by reasons of personal interest, but the truly moral, the most consistent, conscientious objection.

In the eyes of distant relatives South calling at home for dinner I notice that they recognize in me what they think is fear or cowardice. Referring to military service, I speak with pride of long walks, blisters and nights in the open, and perhaps think they do not understand them because they were not there that morning in late June, just days after he requested one of my first extensions, when a few friends we met very early in front of the door of the faculty, we took some photos under the rusty iron letters nailed to the lintel stone and then loaded with our backpacks, we began to walk toward the north. We arrived in Segovia three days later. It was an adventure, it was rather an ordeal, a rite of passage as narrated by Faulkner and then I had not read. No sleeping in the open but under the stars, we walked for miles, but to earn the horizon, the distant mountains, and beyond. And I did in the company of friends who loved and respected, with those who walked three days in complete freedom by the simple desire to do so, to achieve that goal recommended by our youthful bravado. I will continue listening for a long time in the military is a man, but I know that the experience of military service, it certainly was big and exciting for the men of my family, that led to them to leave their villages or hometowns and let them know people who did not have the same accent, I will have little to me that I spoke to my young children a language so different from mine and lived in lands as far away as men to this side of the ocean took thousands of years to discover.

My uncle was right. The life of a Frenchman is to me as valuable as a English and neither is it much like my sister or my best friend. I am the son of the world rather than the son of Spain, I am a foundling of any nation and I hate them all for the same reason that I admire the hundred years of solitude by Garcia Marquez, I shudder with Bradbury Chronicles, or suffer with childish wickedness Lolita.

No, of course not, I do not want to do the military, have long since stopped believing in the nation to believe only in men.

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XIX Pride

Equal Recognition

for our daughters and sons

The Equal Marriage Penalty allows children born within a marriage of women to be legally registered as children of her two mothers.

However, children born before the law and their families still do not have this possibility. This exposes us to a situation of discrimination and infringement of our rights and those of our sons and daughters.

Therefore, in this nineteenth Pride, and 100% Lesmadres Diversity and Rights march adding the slogan of equal recognition for our daughters and sons with the firm conviction of achieving equality for all our families.

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and invite him to march with us and us under this flag. Because all families are families. And because all the sons and daughters all deserve all the rights.

We are the Saturday 6 November from of 17hs in Plaza de Mayo .

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