Being a nationalist in Catalonia is comfortable and has its advantages. One sings Els segadors, hangs a flag on the balcony and claims to be the owner of the streets and sleeps so comfortably without anyone bothering him. A Spanish nationalist does the same thing and makes a mess –starting with himself–, he soon gets tired and goes into the nearest bar.
Without an anthem to sing or an exact idea of what we are and what we will be, Spanish is very criticizing and not puffing up, which is why one today shows off for a little while about the country: thousands of Moroccans celebrated their victory wherever they wanted, wherever they wanted. in Canaletes, El Ejido center or Puerta del Sol, which are streets, and streets for everyone.
As this football thing is primitive, it is worth congratulating the collective civility and the spirit of tolerance of a nation, which knew how to understand the desire of its fellow Moroccan citizens to express joy. Just missing!
From time to time, outside of the political or identity level, this accursed kingdom has its beautiful profile even if it does not fit in with that monster to which some attribute so many defects, that to defend their own they have been repeating for years that Spain is neither democratic nor does it have modern values, curious accusation by those who would not tolerate a merengue shouting "Hala Madrid!" 500 meters from Fossar de les Moreres, to name a symbolic public space.
–¡No compare!
Unclear. Anyone compare it! It is a hypothesis. What is not a hypothesis is the Puerta del Sol, kilometer zero of Spain, whose citizens are the first to take it for granted by buying lottery tickets that they do not play, taking photos with the Tío Pepe sign and asking how to get there. the Plaza Mayor because they are from the capital Cuenca.
I say that if Spain were the sick person of Europe, yesterday it would have taken the Maghreb street jubilation the wrong way, instead of congratulating them and wishing them – being the Cinderella of the quarterfinals as they are – luck and a good trip. Who knows if in Belgium, Switzerland or France there had not been beatings, police charges and some arrest...
Long live Morocco, they are neighbors! Luis Enrique, wall!
