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Letter to the world in the national day of Catalonia (September, 11th) We are made of ten thousand bloods, we are not a race, we are a soul, and this is your land, because our doors are open.


The people, Catalonia's persons, their dreams, their decisions, their hope... don't belong to Spain. What people is, what people want, what people love... doesn't belong to Spain. The value of every person of Catalonia, his natural right to opine about the future of his country, about his language, about his education... doesn't belong to Spain.
This Thursday, september 11th, Catalonia celebrates its national day. In this day, three hundred years before, the army of the king of Spain, Phillip V, destroyed the city of Barcelona and killed its main defendants and many of its citizens. From that moment, Spain banned the use of catalan language, enforcing spanish language in oficial life, and abolished the government of catalan nation, initiating a plan to delete Catalonia from the set of the world's nations. Someone could find strange that Catalonia celebrates its national day in the date of a defeat, but we celebrate that despite defeating we are still alive, we are still a nation, and that more than six milions of persons speak catalan. We are a nation without state, but we "are", and our wishes and hopes will never be banned for any law or repression. The most powerfull way of being is being despite the attacks of those who wish our destruction as a nation. Nothing is so real as the country that exists despite the difficulties and the contempts. Our core, as a nation, is our will of being. No one, not even Franco, with all his repression and dictatorship, could not dissolve our culture. This is our victory. We have no weapons, we are a pacific country. Our strongest weapon is our culture, our sanity, our words, our will of dialogue, our capacity to host people from around the world. We are made of ten thousand bloods, we are not a race, we are a soul, and this is your land, because our doors are open.

Next novembre 9, we want to vote in a referendum that Spanish government doesn't allow. Probably our Catalan government will be suspended and our president will be incarcerated, but... what  is the legitimacy of Spanish State if its strategy to continue existing is to forbid the will of six milions of persons? 

When these dramatic events occur, we will need your love, your support, your voice, your opinion, your empathy, your friendship... we'll never use weapons, we believe in the votes and the words... When  our little european country be crushed, our only weapon will be your voice. 
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