These verses by Catullus are famous: “I hate and I love. You may ask how is it possible? / I don't know, but I feel that it happens like this and it tortures me.” The lack of a clear hegemony, both in Catalonia and in Spain, makes the intimate experience of the Latin Catullus, which so many lovers have experienced, now also a constant in our public life. Without absolute majorities, governments must respond to pacts between different political cultures. Since this is so common in European countries, there is no way it would work between us. Coalitions or alliances always fail in a policy like ours in which the main value is not winning, but crushing the adversary: eliminating him.
Among us, the political rival is directly an enemy. We saw it in the years of the process. The struggling pro-independence majority in Parliament (which would not have been able to revise the electoral law) wanted to impose itself to the point of silencing the opposition. The State's response was of the same nature. From the police “get them” to the excessive judicial perquisition. If that crash stole ten years from us, undoing the knot will steal another ten from us. Hate et love.
The Government of Catalonia barely survives while the country sinks (education, drought, insecurity, economy). As for the central government, it does nothing more than daily overcome the obstacles and traps prepared for it by the same people who have made it possible. Meanwhile, the world advances without pause towards a disastrous horizon.
There are still embers of love, in the midst of hate (but no longer in politics, only in civil life). At the rate we are going, hate will dominate everything: even sweet wine will turn into vinegar. History teaches that, in times of crisis, if hate becomes the dominant feeling, it acts like a very thick fog. A fog that prevents us from seeing the precipice towards which we advance with excited steps.
