The Vote on Independence will take place on November 9th 2014

I would love to explain why exactly I have not been writing here in the past months but the truth is I don’t really know.  I think about writing and take photos to illustrate interesting posts, I even talk about writing but then I do nothing. 
Or worse – I turn to Facebook or to my computer game of Borraco!
 
According to a wonderful and insightful blog post about procrastination by Wait But Why, I am wallowing in the ‘dark playground’ because my internal ‘let’s just play games instead’ monkey is scared that actually writing a post might be painful, or hard work, or even too difficult to complete. 
 
And if ever there was something I want to put off doing it is writing about Catalunya and the Independence vote.
It is a long and complicated story.  I arrived here just over five years ago without any knowledge of the political situation, or the history or the culture and as I am trying to read the news in Catalan gaining understanding is not easy.  That is partly why I have been writing this blog – to inform myself by pretending that I am informing you!
I can’t explain what is going on right now in Catalunya without writing a rather long post, but the day of voting is drawing near and in fact it is due to happen this very Sunday on November 9th.  As I write a blog about Catalunya, I must say something…. but where to begin, or more accurately where to stop?
 
I am going to dive in and just hope for the best. You may know the basics already but just in case you have been doing something else, here goes.
 
Catalunya is presently an autonomous region of Spain. But it wasn’t always like this – about six hundred years ago it was a powerful and independent country and even after it was swallowed up by Castille after a royal marriage, it still retained quasi-independence.  It has its own language, culture, history, habits and customs and the people feel very strongly that they are not Spanish.  This is a bit complicated as after various population migrations there are many people who are both Spanish and Catalan (and of course there are many other nationalities including Scottish!).  Everyone who lives here is considered Catalan if they want to be but it appears to me there are some people who are more Catalan than others.
We all know that Spain was a dictatorship under General Franco after his forces won the civil war.   One of the strong republican regions was Catalunya who fought until the end when they finally had to admit defeat. They then lived under a dictator who hated their region and mistreated their people, punishing them for having fought against him and generally trying to subjugate and humiliate them in all the ways that dictators enjoy doing, including banning the language and outlawing other Catalan activities. 
 
When Franco died in 1975 there began the period of transition to democracy – this is a very complicated part of the history which I am not going to try and explain but let’s assume that although it was good that democracy was chosen as the way ahead, unfortunately the powerful people at the time were still rather close to the old dictatorship. It was decided that there would be an amnesty and no-one from the regime was to be held responsible for crimes committed under the dictatorship and in fact those who had been part of it could even carry on with powerful positions.
Catalunya was one of the new autonomous communities and a legal Statute of Autonomy was drawn up to define what this meant. This is something that is important to remember because this Statute was not seen as fair at the time and when later it was amended it was an important step for Catalunya being seen as a nation.  In 2010 the central government in Madrid (which has wielded power over the whole country rather than sharing it democratically with all the autonomous communities), went to court (also run by their cronies) and radically changed the Statute leaving Catalunya weaker and humiliated yet again.
 
This brings us, more or less,  to recent years. The centralism of the Madrid government means that people in Catalunya feel increasingly angry about various unjust things. Remember that Catalunya was republican and has a strong history of democracy and that the central government is rather the opposite – the current ruling party, the PP,  has uncomfortably close ties with the old dictatorship.  People in Catalunya want a more just society and to protect their language and culture. They are subject to a thousand little daily humiliations, for example the courts of law require you to speak Spanish and it is almost a contempt of court if you try to communicate in Catalan. Watch the film Fenix 11.23 if you can!
The more that Catalan people called for change, the more intransigent became Madrid.  Also bear in mind that Catalunya is a wealthy region that pays a lot of taxes to the central government which are used elsewhere, even for building white elephant projects like motorways in parts of Spain with hardly any traffic or airports that are never used. Imagine paying through the nose and being insulted rather than thanked.  The Catalans are often accused of being difficult trouble makers.
 
We now have the scenario of an unstoppable force coming into contact with an immovable object. The Catalan president tried to negotiate with the Spanish Prime Minister about such things as the unfair taxation system and was send back home after being told there would be no discussion. 
People who had waited patiently for years hoping for change began to feel there was no hope within the present setup. There were further attacks from Madrid on the education system which in Catalunya uses Catalan as the main language. The fact is that children here – all of them – emerge from school speaking at least two languages, Catalan and Spanish. Children in Spain may or may not speak a second language but in general only speak one – Spanish. In Galicia they also speak Gallego and in Basque country, Euskera and these minority languages are also under attack.
 
The decision to have a referendum on independence was taken and the date chosen was November 9th. While they would have liked a binding vote such as the one in Scotland, this was quickly prohibited by Madrid and after weeks of threats and blustering, finally the courts (remember the cronies there) said it was illegal. If it went ahead the Catalan president could be arrested.  One  Spanish minister called for the army to be called in if there was trouble. 
This referendum was cancelled but another vote is planned for the same day, now to be called a ‘consultation’.   It has even less weight than the first one and will be run by volunteers and not Catalan government officials but still Madrid fears it so they went back to the courts asking for it to be deemed illegal.  
 
Now it is Wednesday and the television news is full of politicians talking about the vote.  Many houses on the streets have Catalan flags hanging from the balconies, there are buildings and trees wrapped in yellow to show support for the right to vote and posters all around town saying ‘to vote is normal’ ‘let the Catalans vote’.  
In Barcelona people tonight came out onto their balconies to do a ‘Cassolada’ which means banging pots and pans as a people’s protest to reclaim the right to vote.
The President of the Catalan government is saying the vote will go ahead even if it means he is arrested. It is now more a question of whether or not people are allowed to express their opinion. 
How can a country pretend to be democratic when there is such pressure to ‘put up and shut up’?   
It is easy to look at a large demonstration such as the one in Barcelona on September 11th and think ‘oh it is just another group of crazy nationalists’ but when you are there, you see they are normal people, families, old people, babies and dogs. They are not calling for independence because they believe Catalans are better than anyone else.  They are just totally fed up with being manipulated and subjugated and want to organise and run their own country along different lines from what seems possible in modern Spain. Catalan people have a long history of democracy and tolerance and they want to live with these values again.
I am uncomfortable with nationalism generally and with flag waving and the like but it can’t just be dismissed as a strange Catalan fever for independence. People who would normally be happy to just live quiet lives are coming out to call for the chance to vote, to be heard and to be treated with respect. Whatever your opinion on independence, you should be allowed to vote.
There is a deep and strongly held feeling that come what may, people should be allowed to vote on Sunday. How can it be otherwise?   This vote is only an expression of opinion but when the central government find it so frightening that it has to ban it completely and threaten even to bring in the army….. can Spain still  be described as a democracy or is its hidden and dirty past beginning to show through, like a stain that cannot be covered up any longer?
 
The longer I live here the more I see how the society is affected by what happened after the war, and perhaps even more importantly after Franco died. If there was no healing, no attempts to tell the truth, no official acknowledgement of wrongs done, no apologies, no opportunities for victims to be heard,  no strong policies to prevent ex-fascists from taking power again, no reconciliation with regions such as Catalunya, little creative inspiration towards making a new and more just society;  if all that is true, no wonder that there is such a lack of trust and a continued need to stand up to a government that feels like an oppressor. And I haven’t even mentioned the endemic corruption of most of the political classes in Spain and even in Catalunya. 
 
These are interesting times, and a bit depressing and even rather scary I have to admit. 
 
But at least I have managed to write down a little of what goes in for me while watching the process unfold. I told you it was complicated and it would be long!  Let’s see what happens on Sunday.
 

The White Dove of Peace

When I was in Cornwall this summer I was about to throw away some plaster moulds that I hadn’t used for years and that were slowly disintegrating in the garden.

Then I asked in the builders merchants if I could buy white cement and to my surprise they said yes. There were a few years when it wasn’t available and at that time I gave up making things in concrete because although I had some lovely limestone sands I could only buy normal grey cement which results in a grey sculpture.

I had several bags of sand in the garage which also had been sitting there for years and they were constantly in danger of me throwing them away in a fit of decluttering.

But instead I did something creative and here is the result

When I opened the mould, to my relief it came away as easily as an egg shell and my new white dove flew free 

Now she is here in Granollers, popping up all over the place and making new friends

I am still sanding away at her to get the really fine smooth finish that feels like marble….. but it takes time and can be done little by little.

I am still here

I was eating supper this evening at home and suddenly thought,

“here I am sitting around a table with four men, one Catalan, two Basque and one Indian, all speaking Spanish and eating mushroom risotto made by me with fresh chantarelles picked in the mountains yesterday. Isn’t life amazing and interesting and surprising and good?”

I sometimes have to pinch myself to check that it is all real. Just over five years ago I was living restlessly alone in Cornwall and dreaming of how to create a new life. And almost exactly 10 years ago I was in Barcelona for the very first time and wondering how I could manage to come back as soon as possible as I had fallen in love with the city.

Here I am, back after a long gap in my writing and yet still travelling along the catalan way. So much to explain and to tell you. So many stories to tell that I didn’t know where to begin, until now.

Suddenly tonight I decided to plunge in, right here and now.
Tomorrow Amma starts her three day visit to Granollers. This is the first stage of her European tour and the only place she is visiting in Spain. They say she is here in Barcelona but actually, she is here in Granollers and three of the men we shared supper with are Amma volunteers who have been preparing the sports centre for her and for us.  They are working all day and sleeping in the other part of our house, the abandonned part, the part that I feel is full of ghosts.
They said they are sleeping well and I feel sure that their preesence along with the Amma energy they carry, is helping us heal our strange home.

To be continued…

Glasgow School of Art

We were exploring a cemetery with family graves up on a hill above Glasgow  near the Gallowgate when we saw the smoke. 
In the town centre.
‘I hope its not my house’ said my sister

Later we drove into town to do some shopping on Sauchiehall Street and discovered that the Glasgow School of Art was on fire.


It is a stunning building, a centre piece of the work of Charles Rennie Mackintosh and a working building where many people I know did their art degrees. I visited it over 12 years ago and took the tour around the famous library. I always remember seeing students using beautiful Mackintosh chairs to stand on while hanging works on a wall.  I wasnt a museum but somewhere living and vibrant but also a work of art in its own right.

It seems the fire started in the basement and that the building is mostly saved. But the damage inside must be massive. A couple of hours later when we passed again it was still burning and the firemen were still on ladders soaking it from giant hoses.  I don’t think the library has survived.

Delicious Scottish food

When I arrived in Glasgow I got a message from an old friend who spends most of the year in Brazil. She said she would be passing through Glasgow Queen Street station and could we meet?
I was so excited at the idea of seeing her after about 4 years absence that I went down there and waited, and waited,  only after half an hour realising that the ‘ thu’ in her message meant Thursday!
So I am off there again today!
But I had a good time in the town centre anyway, shopping and looking at all the amazing buildings

Headed straight for Greggs the baker for an empire biscuit – the ones with cherries on top

Watched a handsome highland piper

Here is the street scene…..as you see the sun does shine in Glasgow and people sit outside drinking in cafes

There was a chill wind so I had on a borrowed coat from my niece but there were plenty of brave Scottish biddies in tee shirts or vests.

Came home on the wee shoogle….. the Glasgow metro which is small and intimate and cosy

The sky was intense blue and it was quite hard to see in front of me as the light in Scotland is so bright and clear

Later in the evening we went for a wonderful curry in Akbar’s, a famous restaurant which started in Bradford

I have never seen a Naan mountain before. That is my gorgeous niece hiding behind it – hope she doesn’t mind appearing here!   Thank you both for such a fabulous dinner. I dream of curry when I am in Catalunya.