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Spain is not U.K. And the President Rajoy is not David Cameron.



Spain is not U.K. And the President Rajoy is not David Cameron. 
U.K. has accepted a referendum for Scotland, to decide if It remains in U.K. 
Spain despises the will of the most of Catalan People.
President Rajoy does not tell the truth when he says that the most of Catalonia doesn't want the referendum to decide if Catalonia goes on into Spanish state or if Catalonia turns into an independent state. President Rajoy should dominate maths. 87 deputies of a total number of 135 deputies, belong to parties that claim the referendum. This parties won the elections of the last 25th of November with this claim on their electoral programs. Last September 11th, more than two milions of persons went out to the roads and streets of Catalonia and built an human chain than was 400 quilometers long, from the northest point of Catalonia till the southest. 
Catalonia is marching with the will full of joy, with a pacific mentality, with an open hand offered to Spain, with the democratics values in their hearts... to built the desires of a nation that has been despised for centuries. 

We ask for to Mr Rajoy's behaviour only a little bit of dignity. We understand he wish a Catalonia into Spanish State but... Does he want this against the will of the people of Catalonia? What is the sense of a possession that works against the will of the people who are possessed? Why Mr Rajoy doesn't tell the truth? The maths say that most of Catalan People wants to vote to decide the future of Catalonia, but Mr Rajoy doesn't believe in maths or perhaps he lies or perhaps he thinks that citizens are idiots. His blindness guides the future of Spain towards an horizon of slavery and conflicts. The international thinkers, newspapers, governators, states... are not idiots, and they realise that between Spain and U.K. by now, there are deep and haunting differences. The differences consist of the democratic sense of states and persons.
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