Friday, March 4, 2011

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Our 23-F

I have spent almost a month without writing and return to blog with a post should have written 11 days ago, so sorry you neglect. Today I will talk about the 23-F, that is, the coup of February 23, 1981, which have completed 30 years. And since I'm a nostalgic type who likes to delve into memory and even if you do not give a damn I'll tell you what I remember of that day , now that it has become fashionable to talk about where we were when we spent a historical event (the Super Eskup Jacinto Anton). I know I'm not Carrillo, nor was doing national service in Valencia and my father was a Socialist councilor and had to cross the border but still one of my generation feels and even found it funny.

The 23-F was not the major event that marked our childhood. I think it was much more significant the World Naranjito, we inoculated a tragic sense of life-never such expectations were dashed more ridiculous then redeemed in part to 12-1 to Malta. It is normal, a child understands what a football championship, can collect the cards, watch the games, but it is difficult to understand what a coup: in fact most of us heard then that expression (stroke State) for the first time.

not understand why what was happening. That afternoon I have flashes, which I do not know if you remember or recall memory: My grandfather came home from school very worried, the radio played music Dácil military and my sister and I we went to bed with the impression that something serious was happening we could not understand or higher could not explain. We did not sleep until after King's speech, I remember my mother across the aisle, we were to be raised, he said: "Calm down, nothing happens." So we calmed without knowing exactly why even before we were nervous.

next day I went to school but we spent the day playing and chatting because almost everyone stayed home. I vaguely remember Miss Rosie, our guardian of that year, EGB-third of us in class tried to explain what had happened. Al final half understood and me I found very interesting from the point of view of history, not that I re-coup that I got to do a stage adaptation of that event. Yes, not to brag, but one of the first works of fiction based on the 23-F was written by a server in a sheet in front and behind.

With all useless objects that crowd in my home I find it incredible to have lost the script. I do not know, maybe you are somewhere, I have to go to Tenerife with time and a thorough search of the cupboards in search of treasure like that. Do not keep it, but I clearly remember what it was: a piece of paper that my mother spent a machine and then multiplied, I had not been invented Copier-stained with something that much and was called cliché. Don Dionisio, professor landmark of my childhood, recently rediscovered, which I so much and who will write soon on this blog , made a strong criticism of the work . On the first side of the road wrote "very sharp" and in the second, "very dull." Remember cast in the role of Alejandro Tejero (put a cocked hat I do not know where he got) civil guard was Gaby, Mariano Suarez and I of Felipe González. Panchi may be Fraga, but I can not confirm. There was not a girl in the cast: I must say that was not in the Congress.

The play was staged with great success, modesty aside, in our class and many other school and if I remember correctly, the day of prom. The pity is that there is a bloody picture of the event. I ever criticized how people today going around taking pictures and videos of anything and most do not find out what they are seeing. If today some children do a performance like that would record with 20 parents or mobile cameras and a couple of hours the work will be on Youtube. But it seems that we did not have much desire of immortality, or did not consider how important it would be for us in the future some memories the past.

And yes, they are. I think that work is one of the things I'm most proud. Some may seem childish, but it is one of those events more or less banal sentimental value grows over time. Rafael Azcona, the best writer that has given the English film, claimed that the happiest moment of his life had been to write the text of a blockbuster movie, or receive a prize, he would never receive them. The moment of pride that most occurred one evening in Rome where, armed with a package of 500 pages, had begun to make paper airplanes then thrown against the U.S. Embassy . The climax came when, after spending 200 pages, one of them managed to fly over the building for 17 minutes. You see, the happiest moments need not be very sophisticated. In fact sometimes they are so insignificant in appearance that we forget record or photograph them and us and a gift for the future.

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