Catalonia, everything tinged by history.

(Personal opinion piece, and let me state, not everyone agrees with what I'm going to write)

When I first talked about God to my Catalan partner, I was shocked by the negative and close minded reaction he displayed. As a yoga practitioner and someone who prays daily, I couldn't grasp the reason behind his derision towards God and his inability to see the Catholic church outside of its architectural worth.

                                          Donkey's represent Catalonia. You can guess why.

Time has taught me that to understand the Catalan people's beliefs, you have to read history books.

The Catholic church, to many people, even to this day, represents Franco-ism.

Now, there are many little seemingly innocent aspects of life here in Catalonia that are resonate with the history of the people. It's easy to blunder into cultural no man's land or even inadvertently to put yourself on the other's team.

Like many countries, there is a healthy dislike of nearby lands occupied by 'others'. For example, Australians are quite happy to deride New Zealanders. Swedes laugh at their Norwegian neighbours. It's something you find all over the globe in varying degrees of seriousness.

Catalan's poke fun at Spanish.

You can find lots of articles and you tube videos describing the main differences between the two.

Now, being open and friendly is associated with people outside of Catalonia. Open and friendly, at best, equals 'from the south', and at worst, means shallow.

God represents Catholic and at worst, Franco.

Dressing up and a high level of grooming is seen as pretentious, and at worse, pro traditional values of the ruling party of Spain.

Nothing simply 'is'. It's all about identity with who the Catalans are.

How they see themselves is often displayed in what they are not.

As an Australian, with no close neighbouring country, I didn't grow up with a strong sense of national pride. However, we can relate, because we were 'not' British. We had developed anti authoritarian views because of our history of British rule in a penal system. I wonder what country you are from, and what 'not' you are?

Children Should be Seen and Not Heard

When my dad said 'It's my way or the highway',

'Sit down and shut up'

'Children should be seen and not heard.'

When my teachers said 

the correct answer is X

and I wanted to discuss why.

And on and on until, 

I learnt to censor myself. 

And now, deeply, from deep down, like a rising from the earth,

I'm called to raise my voice

to join those who have been singing a chorus 

of injustice, of repression, of invalidation.

Now, the Catalan defence of the right to self determination 

has triggered an avalanche in my personal history. 

For all those times I held my tongue, I bit my tongue, 

choked back words, clenched my teeth, fought back tears

because

I did not speak up.

I did not speak up.

Me too.

Now, the pieces of the past are falling together

gathering to form a solid foundation 

under my feet, where 

standing my ground, where

my voice rising

becomes the final piece of the picture.

It marks the end of my childhood,

now at age 46,

when I once said 'it's someone else's problem'

'they' will fix it.

It's a beginning.

Where I rise my voice to join the  chorus

of all those before me, to speak out,

to speak up,

to speak.

And one voice does make a difference.

Because I know you can hear me. 

I know you are listening.

And one day, I will join other pieces 

of the puzzle of your life

and I will be there as one of many

who come before us,  

as you too rise and speak.

Speak for your heart

your justice,

for your need, your right, 

to be heard.

It's a beginning. 

Tiffany in Catalonia - 6th of October 2017

6^th of October 2017

I hit my wall today. I’ve been holding up pretty well, and suddenly today I feel like it's all a bit much and I’m not managing my personal health (mental, emotional and physical) very well. I’m in a coffee shop in Mataro beside the sea and I’ve just eaten what can only be described as comfort food.

So, I’m dedicating Fridays for research and writing and today and for the next month or so, I will be looking at Ghosts of Spain by  Giles Tremlett. I’ll be using his book as a means to get a sense of history of what’s going on for Spain and Catalonia. If you are interested, obviously I recommend you just buy the book. But for those of you that want a quick summary of the relevant ideas, this is where you’ll find it.

I can identify well with Tremlett because he has a family in Spain, and as he writes concerning his children  ‘Spain’s future matters to me. It maybe theirs.’  It’s this, that has begun this deep rooted feeling here in Granollers Catalonia. My son is Catalan by heart, and my daughter by birth. This is their country and I am here to defend their right to be heard.

‘Spain is different’ – If I happen to question something about the culture here, or ask, in honest confusion about historic matters that don’t add up to my simple mind, Catalans here often laugh dryly with knowing eyes ‘Spain is different’. It’s a blanket approach to the myriad points that foreigners don’t grasp and it’s a psychological full stop – perhaps even a survival phrase- that stops their own spiral into injustice and repression and despair. I’ve often thought that if some of the things that have happened here, happened in Australia, we’d have taken to the streets in violent  screaming. Australians are not so well known for holding their temper. And it’s my opinion that this shrugging acceptance of corruption and injustice in Spain by the Catalan people rises out of survival. Let’s remember that during the civil war Catalans who stood up for their rights were quite literally put up against a wall and shot. Or perhaps taken out onto a hill and shot. Or just butchered in their homes.

All of the revolutionaries, the ones with courage and conviction died, the Catalans who survived were the other sort. The ones that fled, or the ones that shut up. Now, we have survivors. The Catalans who are with us today developed survival skills, survival psychology of adapt or die. And they have survived by developing a black sense of humour, of speaking quietly (much quieter than the typical Spanish), of saying ‘ba!’ to anything they don’t care about and shrugging it all off.

Now, again, it’s my humble opinion that there has been enough time since the civil war for another generation of rebels, of courageous fighters, of people with conviction and courage to take up where their forefathers left off. To remind everyone that they are still here. To remind people that they really do have a voice and that they will have their say.

And, in a country that deems it illegal to talk about breaking from the sovereign unity of Spain, I think, reckless as it is, this threat of announcing the Independence of Catalonia from Spain is a well thought out plan that does not have the immediate Independence of Catalonia on it’s agenda.  It’s a way to force the Catalan problem into the spotlight. It’s a way to get people like me to start writing to people like you. It’s a way to get Europe involved in and aware of the overwhelming injustices of the Catalan people. It’s a way, for the Catalans, finally, after years of shutting up, to shout at the top of their lungs ‘we are here, and we have a voice, and we will be heard’.

You might think the action extreme. But once you become aware of the history of Catalonia you’ll wonder how they have held their peace for so long. I personally, burn with indignation for them. I burn with indignation when I see the leader of Spain treat them like unruly children who need a firm hand. The Catalans are not undisciplined children, and Spain is not the heavy handed old fashioned father from the  days of old when children were seen and not heard.

All institutions are there for the service of humanity. All laws are there to help us, protect us, serve us. When the law is upheld beyond it’s expiry date as sovereign , to the detriment of millions, we see deeply the treacherous hold power has over these leaders. Let us remember, it’s not human kind we must be afraid of, it’s the institutions that become like gods held high as untouchable and inviolable. People say no one is above the law, and I say, there is not one law that is above a human right. 

Parking in Granollers

My dears,  don't do it! 
Not for a minute.
The tow trucks circle every area of Granollers.  They really are out to get you.  Don't park illegally. Don't leave your car somewhere for five minutes.  You'll be fined. 

Sharpening Knives at the Beach

There's an old man who drives up on his scooter and he sets up his knife sharpening machine from the back of the bike. 
He's doing the knives from the local restaurant,  here at Cala Canyelles. 
Lots of people taking photos of him.  They're stopping on their way to and from the beach. 
He's quite a character,  posing with the knife. 
The machine is making continuous noise. 
Lydia sleeps on. 

Parking at Cala Canyelles

There is a resident parking officer tracking the cars.  She walks around frequently checking the tickets. 
Please don't leave your car here without a ticket.  You will be fined. 
I hear arguments everyday. 

I Make Jewelry

I haven't written in ages. 
I'm so busy with my little girl and my new hobby that's turned into a small business. 
I've started making jewelry, holding jewelry parties and heading off to KLZ conventions. Busy me!  It's an exciting time. 
I'm hoping to get back into blogging too.  I've just started a break from facebook. That should free up some time. 

Busy in the Festa Major

Everyone is after all the free seats in Corona Plaza.
These two women were squeezed onto one seat. I'm happy the young teenage boys were comfortable though.