Tag Archives: nationality

The might of a beaten kitty

I’m nearly 1,800 miles away from my home. And the thing is, I love it.

I’m Spanish and my country has plenty of beautiful places, people and of course food. We all know that, because that’s what the adverts say. It’s supposed that we have a beautiful culture, and nature too. And the weather. All that crap.

Well, some of those things may be true. Maybe. But the fact is that, over everything, Spain has failed the Spanish people.

That may sound redundant; a smart ass could probably say that Spain’s made of Spanish people, so they’d be failing themselves. But the truth is that we’re not talking here about commoners. Not in this case, not in 2015.

Today, Spain’s not what Spanish people once built up, but a pale shadow of everything it could have been. And the big deal’s all about confidence. Confidence in a bunch of leaders that smiled a fucking lot when they talked about their new ideas to promote our economy, when they talked about not leaving any youngster without a job to get started in life or a proper and cheap student education that could bring them an even better lifestyle. But nope. My generation… maybe we’d be able to do it in another lifetime.

Their smiles are as fake as their words when their wives ask them if they look fat in that dress they’ve just bought with our money. And yeah, they’re mostly males, and their wives are all fat. Consequences of getting rich, I think. I’m not sure at all. I’ve never had the chance of being rich. I had no opportunities, as I couldn’t even afford a proper education at university. And anyway, I don’t think it would have help that much; it’s a loud-voice secret that Spanish education has a shitty reputation, and that’s totally fair. We have a shitty educational system wherein mechanical memorisation is the main priority.

And that’s why I’m here in London. My homeland is a battlefield in which there’s just two big political groups that somehow tricked us to continuously vote them for years, and all they did is throw red and blue coloured shits to each other the whole time (that’s their colours, very original). The one throwing blue shits is a conservative political group, and they’re always trying to fuck up things with women rights and that thing about killing foetuses. The one with the red shits may seem so communistic and all that, but they love money just like the others. They pretend they are with the proletarian guys and all those nice things, but they’re as blue as the blues. It’s just another mask.

They’ve been at it for ten years or so. And nobody ever asked why. When they started with this kind of pathetic behaviour, I was a child, and I just thought it was okay, because it just seemed how things should work. Just that. It was okay because it was normal. I got used to it as I developed my own thoughts. But, of course, most of us get to the point of maturity and so I did, and then I realized how mistaken I was. How stupid I was. And that’s why I ask myself now if all this is our fault or not. Was the smart ass right? I mean, is Spain made out of Spanish people? Even our leaders? After all, we could have done it like the Greeks, and got rid of them.

But we never did. And that’s why I am here in London, raging about my own country with the might of a beaten kitty.