Four bitches and twenty stripes

Twenty years ago today we went to Madrid.

Oliver Thansan
Oliver Thansan
10 March 2024 Sunday 04:27
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Four bitches and twenty stripes

Twenty years ago today we went to Madrid. Stunned by bombs placed on train cars filled with students and workers, we were praying against the tide so that the death count would not increase every minute. He stopped in the distance, at 192, an intolerable number. There are times when I feel so much empathy that I think about why the dead didn't forget to set the alarm that morning, just as I watch Titanic thinking that today the ship will dribble over the iceberg.

It was not ETA although they tried to embed us by land, sea and Urdaci. They were half-hour heroes who in the name of their god left hundreds of families sunk in eternal misery, while no one will remember these miserable murderers since they died.

Aided by a band of Asturian quints, some lowly scoundrels magnificently portrayed in the Disney series See You in Another Life, based on the book by Manuel Jabois, the murderers had in them the butlers who served the dynamite for Atocha's breakfast. .

Emilio Suárez Trashorras was a police snitch and at the same time a drug-addicted psychopath who took advantage of the shameless innocence of a gypsy minor, named Gabriel, to earn money while the boy, at age sixteen, carried rubber 2 in his belly. of the buses from Avilés to Madrid in exchange for four bitches and twenty stripes. This kid from an unbearable family who, before he was ten years old, had already stolen piggy banks from Domund or the ONCE blind man's box, was an accomplice to the massacre without intending to or knowing it.

It is healthy to put a terrorist act like that of 11-M into perspective to try to understand how some miserable beings from here and there perpetrated that orgy of blood and pain.

One of the survivors of the massacre explained that there is no worse memory of that morning than the soundtrack of dozens of cell phones ringing happily and disorderly in the middle of the morgue cars. It is painful and unbearable to change the callers without finding anyone to answer them. How intolerable it is that, after reading Jabois' book or watching the Disney series, someone wickedly questioned whether it was ETA. In the 34,175 years in prison for Trashorras, a lumpen king, is the answer.