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R. is a young priest practicing in a coastal city of Almeria. It is a thriving residential, middle-upper middle class. Young and dynamic population, in an oasis of tranquility. What you would call a comfortable destination.

Since leaving the seminary has dressed in his cassock, and had never felt any rejection of it. With a grin tells me that everyone thinks, mistakenly, that is Opus. However, three years ago, R. feel uncomfortable. Are increasingly frequent occasions when receiving abuse when he walks down the street. The cassock gave him away. R. is perplexed.

R. is a priest and open dialogue. They tell me that his parish have not been hit with divorce at the time of communion or baptize their children. Teaches at a school in a nearby town where you deal with Muslims, with whom he gets along very well. Try to understand where this hatred sees around him. A hatred that reached alarming levels when later broke a Mercedes in the courtyard of his parish. Its two occupants was advised that he had very little time to continue wearing the cassock. Emulating

, perhaps inadvertently, Muñoz Seca, told them they could take his life, but not his love for Jesus Christ. If one day become these fanatics do not find any resistance in R.

The case of R. is not unique. PP militants and headquarters have been attacked in Spain. I myself have been publicly humiliated and threatened while putting posters of a concentration of AVT and Black Pawns. Not to mention the treatment received by the Police shoemakers, identifying one of these concentrations as criminal suspects. At least there was no illegal detention.

not say anything to R., but the key story is summed up in 4 keywords: " three years " . What happened three years ago that killed our peace and brought us fear? Zapatero arrived. And with it, the will left to submit to the half of Spain that do not share millstones.

Rajoy accused Zapatero of scaring people. Not true. Many people are already scared not to tell us Rajoy. And no need for a cassock.

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imagine that there is much similarity between the feelings at the loss of a loved one and the collapse of whole framework of values \u200b\u200bthat have sustained a person throughout his life.

I say imagine because, fortunately, I have not been there first. Unfortunately, and as I believe it is for many other English, I find myself fully immersed in despair at the loss of the idea of \u200b\u200bSpain as I have understood so far.

The Spain that I knew did not hold an iron, but there was nothing to predict a fatal outcome. Despite its many flaws, could incardinated concert clearly within the Western countries were living under the rule of law in the courts, despite the sweeping almost always in favor of the powerful, did not allow these exceed certain limits, governments of different signs had happened while taking a clear will to not give in to blackmail from terrorists, the wounds of the past seemed to have healed forever, in short, a better democracy, but tolerable.

This idea no longer exists for me. Spain is now an ally of banana republics, and suspicious for civilized countries. Foreign investors are fleeing in terror from the fierce government interference in the economy. The dialogue euphemism conceals the surrender to the terrorists. Victims of terrorism are vilified by power and their media terminals (or is it the Government's policy terminal of media power?). The mere defense of national signs (flag, anthem) will automatically become outcast. The list of disasters could continue for some time, and likely to worsen.

However, what interests me now is to dissect the evolution of the feelings aroused by this painful loss.

Once the diagnosis is known to have entered in the terminal, one clung to denial. can not be true. Tell me that not true. The ones I have are exaggerating it. All this nonsense will not get more. Institutions end up working, and the rule of law prevail. The English will realize the scam and react.

The next phase is the hardest, the finding of evidence. The powers not moderate anything moderators. The courts have bent to the traitors. The media juggernaut has been declared the official truth. The town has bent his head. The monstrous trolled (11-M) has not been exposed. The heart of darkness. "The horror, the horror ..." (Conrad / Coppola / Brando dixit). Spain has died.

then the perplexity to find that, despite everything, life goes on. Nothing changes in our environment. Friendships are foreign to our concerns. The cars still in circulation, League football and is conducted without further incident. One man is important, painful, transcendent, does not affect the rest of the world.

Finally, the relative relief. It took the loss. This idea of \u200b\u200bSpain is dead, and never again to meet her. May he rest in peace. Try not to ever forget.

Of course, in honor of the deceased, never accept supplanted. This is not Spain that we receive from our parents. This is not the Spain that many would like to leave our children. Be happy with it. That you take advantage. Do not spoil the feast, but we do not ask us to participate in it. Are more, you are almost all, you have the power, and can to have it forever, but as Winston Smith in 1984, it will do us say that two plus two equals five.

And from here, there is only faith. Is there life after death? Spain rise again "? I think the answer can only be another question: Do we deserve this to happen?

TUCC / Rolón