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Spain is not a real union if It doesn't accept the will of union of the nations that form it.

A bath in loch ness (Scotland) 
with the Catalan Banner on hands.
The  human maturity is a gift of all the persons who have learned to love; to love persons and peoples. The differences between the peoples, differences on languages, on views, on cultures... mean a richness from the point of view of mature people that have learned to love human kind and its diversity. 
However, exists a sindrome, an illness of the souls, an animal pulsion, a bestial power that push the persons to hate those who are differents. Some people hate the peoples that, inside their same political state, use a different language, have a different style or culture or habits or laws or life's conception... This fact is really an illness, a shameful and ugly illness, an illness that has its roots on the ignorance and the chauvinism of a bad education, an education tied to the hate to all the ideas or realities that endanger the war's possessions of the political state.
This is the drama of Catalonia, a nation decreased by the instinctive contempt of so many spanish governments that fear the culture, the freedom and the power of Catalan Nation.   When bourbon troops destroyed Barcelona in 1714, and when Spanish Bourbon Crown derogated the Catalan government, this centralist dinasty made efforts to delete any sign of what once Catalonia was. 
"Como si no tuviera gobierno alguno" (like they hadn't any kind of government) the spanish authorities wrote when they occupied the catalan country. 
They not only abolished catalan institutions, they also tried to delete any mark, any sign, any memory of what this institutions had been. They tried to show that Catalan nation never had existed. The Barcelona's banners and Saint Eulalia's pennon were stolen by the bourbon army and taken away to Madrid. The Marquis of Castel Rodrigo, that was the general of the Bourbon army, burned all the books, symbols, and signals of what had been the old catalan state.
"Y que no quede memoria de ellos..." (And that no one remember them...) said this monstrous person, educated in the hate to all that was different.

The current Spanish government defends with its attitude the scurfy and pathetic chauvinism of bourbon dinasty, treating Catalonia as it wasn't a nation, disregarding its will of nation, its will of deciding its own linguistical and educative police, and squeezing the economy of a land that have been working hard for centuries. 

At least, we want to decide in a democratic votation what we want for our land. Spain is not a real union if It doesn't accept the will of union of the nations that form it. If this votation shows the will of belonging to Spain, we will belong to Spain with joy. Laws don't make nations, the nations make laws. 

As you know, next november 9th, Catalan government, obeying the will of its parliament, has convoked a non binding votation to show what catalan people think about their future as a nation. Spanish government doesn't allow that votation. This prohibition has increased the number of persons that think that independence is the only way to live as a catalan in an asphyxiating circumstances of impositions and prohibitions.

Why Spain doesn't allow a democratic way of solving a conflict? What is Spain afraid of?  


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