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23F my just turned 60 years, I recall that in Ecuador of my existence 30 years ago, when it had another 30 (hence the title), there was an unprecedented event, although typical of the nineteenth century anachronistic Spain, the Spain banana stale, typical of the tambourine and outmoded triumphalism of sick minds, full of ideas and megalomaniacal delusions of grandeur of the empire and the spiritual reservoir of the West. It was the backlash of a franquism regime that refused to disappear and only would give up, apparently, with the clear and beneficial to their heirs.

While it is true that no riots have returned to barracks in a clear, the fact remains that served to stop the democratic process of decentralization (to develop competencies remain autonomous), and any attempt to seek justice for wrongs committed by the Franco regime and its supporters, as we're still seeing the very law of historical memory. The army was modernized, ie, was adapted to the role of NATO, "Input NO", making Mr. Gonzales would eat their words and give in to keep the balance, with the approval of the United dad. UU. and Europe. There EEC if NATO. And here we go ... well, in Afghanistan, the Balkans (until recently), Lebanon, etc ... as a tribute to the group of belonging.

To me, each time it appears the image of the madman of Tejero, pistol in hand, breaking into the most sacred thing there is to a democracy, such as a parliament, it turns my guts. If this is added to Milans bilious face with his cap barracks and a host of other scary, not for personal power, but by the misuse of power that could make the weapons we gave the English to defend imaginary assault, I can not but feel the panic of a reversion to earlier times.

Besides the disgust I feel for subjects such ilk, who believe themselves the guardians of patriotic values, and do not know how many more things I can think only say they are real traitors to their country, understanding that his country is shaped by its people, by the people who live there, not only land and the will of the people is the principal value that has to defend the democratic system popular sovereignty, not subservience to the Lord. They are opposing political views, which can not be supported by any individual who has a shred of common sense, giving it the common sense of all that is shared among grown men, responsible and mature people exercising that sovereignty in a modern state.

Now, from the memory of the Ecuador of my life, I recall with sadness but no fear, those terrible moments in which "wanted to take a" nascent democracy to return to humble and submit, after we had changed sir, as you are viewing. Many doubts and questions remain in the air, covered many issues under the carpet dirty, many concerns about what was, what happened and how it was resolved, whether or not there secret agreements, etc ... I do not know if history will shine, but I have As always, my misgivings about the truth that tells the story, not what counts, but so quiet.

My daughter turned 5 years to the day after 6 months and my son that day. Not raised a birthday joy and fun, but fearful and threatening, but ultimately the same 24 breaths calm. He worked in the ICU, Cardiovascular Surgery Unit, recently opened, and while battling heart drains to prevent coagulation, monitoring and controlling blood flow and heart rates, blood pressures, states of consciousness, etc., An auxiliary , a member of Fuerza Nueva, was flooded with joy, creating tension in the air, and boasted of the facts. For more than colleagues, we asked her contention, elated, flying his ominous world of fantasy. The radio was our only contact with the outside, but the phone was fuming. Were hours of worry, fear and of frustration at the possibility of returning to the past and bringing the whole five years of struggle and progress towards a unified conception of a new Spain.

Indecision, uncertainty, fear, aversion, disgust, hostility, boredom, contempt, abomination, horror, etc ... and, consequently, gather food, make up a set of feelings and memories that come to mind. Difficult time with the pathos of the grim looks of some under military traitors, blessed uprising reminiscent of other forces, and subjected to Spain to historical villainy of the dictatorship. Today, thirty years later, my skin is still bristling at the memory, but with the conviction, but the human being is the only animal that stumbles on the same stone again and again, that story, pitiful and cruel, does not recur despite the heirs of Franco who want to continue facing the Spains and its people, from its territorial idea and contempt for the will of sovereign peoples.

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IMSERSO (II)

On Thursday 10 we decided to visit Montserrat. We rented a car for the two couples we had that purpose and put the GPS, address Monistrol, to come up with the air, but in the end was closed and up on the rack.

Montserrat Monastery has its origin in a small church, Santa Maria, documented as early as 888. It is not anything, but the Romanesque church which replaced it. The current basilica is Renaissance, the sixteenth century. It is a Benedictine monastery that not only is credited with its history and dedication to the Moreneta, but Catalan is a center of the first magnitude. It is, par excellence, the most prestigious place and devotion of the Catalan people, being also known place of pilgrimage throughout the world. Its abbots have always had great weight in the religious, political and Catalan society. In my younger days I made the journey on foot from Vallvidrera to Montserrat, 60 miles walk, which only support from the freshness of the 18 years.

We were fortunate to be able to listen live to the choir of Montserrat in the interior of the basilica, so it was crowded. Children's voices, angelic tone, which captivated the audience. Having spent the clubhouse different pictures of the Virgin and the chapel attached to his back, which was splendid. Several times I visited Montserrat and continues to fascinate me, not only for the monastery, but the mountain itself, with its special morphology, magic and all the conglomerate has been formed around them. We walked around admiring the views and buildings. The sun's rays winked from the back of the mountain, in a game of escape and fascinating presence, while people peered at the viewpoints trying to be, caught in the pupil, the striking image he observed.

We had the courage to go to St. Joan or call down to the Holy Cave on the funicular, we did not force the timid to the slopes and excessive mechanical device that won. We comply with seeing as they passed the cabins on a dual track in the middle of the journey. Photos and more photos and goodbye until another day.

On Friday and Saturday was spent in Barcelona. Little time for much else. We try to fit a schedule as soon as available. On Friday we started to visit Holy Family is shown, as always, surprisingly powerful. A huge queue made us give up going to those who already had visited and walked around, while those interested went inside.

After lunch we move to Park Guell, that doing so long since I visited it I was pleasantly surprised. Antonio Gaudí was commissioned by Count Güell and was built between 1900 and 1914. They will not be my clumsy words that detract you, so rather than talk about it I refer to photos and a personal visit to surprising beauty such originality and Gaudi. The square offers a magnificent and unprecedented view of Barcelona. My friends, who Catalonia did not know they were happy, but tired from walking. Following

Gaudí's work, although we arrived early to get to see inside, see the Casa Batllo. This work, done by Gaudi at the beginning of last century, follows a normal remodeling a home, that he asked the industrial Batlló Gaudi and that was controversial and startling in its originality within modernism. The balconies look like fragments of skulls with the openings of the eyes and nose. The columns of the podium on the first floor seem human bones.

Across the Paseo de Gracia is one of the most significant Antonio Gaudi, Casa Mila, popularly known as La Pedrera. The building, so innovative, is a typical Gaudi's work in which, from what I read, the geometric lines are just straight form curved planes, and we do not understand, given my limited knowledge of architecture. It was built between 1906 and 1910 in Art Nouveau style. It declared World Heritage by UNESCO. Noteworthy is the beauty of wrought iron balconies, which simulate vines.

The tour culminates with a view of the Ramblas, La Boqueria (market of San Jose), a beer at the Royal Plaza and dinner at C /. Carmen, El Rincon de Aragon ... and sleep until tomorrow.

We spent Saturday visit, fly pen, the National Museum of Catalan Art (MNAC) located at the National Palace (or the United Nations, will never know exactly, although it was built for the exhibition of 1929) Montjuic. It takes time, long enough to complete your visit. The MNAC embraces all the arts (sculpture, painting, art objects, drawings, prints, posters, photography and coinage) and has the task of explaining the general history of Catalan art from the Romanesque period to mid-twentieth century . I surprised the content, exhibits, and architecture of the continent. From there we marched

a stroll through the Gothic Quarter with the cathedral façade scaffold closed, we went via Carrer Bisbe, to Plaça Sant Jaume, to see the facades of City Hall and the Generalitat. Luckily we had and found the City Hall doors open for visits. Apparently this circumstance only four days a year and in this case was Santa Eulalia, the former patron saint of Barcelona is one of those days. Too bad we could not see the crypt of Santa Eulalia in the cathedral. From there, wander through the Gothic Quarter, streets and squares, arriving at Santa Maria del Mar, the cathedral of the sea called the Falcones novel.

Next door is Al Fossar de les Moreres, with an inscription in Catalan, which says: "Fossar of them buried cap Moreres s'hi no traitor, fins l'perdent nostres flag will honor l'urn." In Castilian is: In the Fosar of them Moreres not buried any traitor, even losing our flags will honor the urn. Become a cemetery adjacent to the church of Santa Maria del Mar from the twelfth century, is famous because it was buried the remains of the Catalan patriots who defended the city of Barcelona against French troops supported Felipe V at the end of war of succession, as they had signed a pact to defend the interests of the Archduke Charles of Austria, together with the English, who left them at the feet of horses.

As I read, because you are not skilled in Catalan history or anywhere else, when Britain signed the Treaty of Utrecht, Barcelona left, leaving his fate and determined to continue the war, so that the troops of Philip V besieged the city, but, given the difficulty required the help of his grandfather Louis XIV of France to submission, he commanded the Marshal Duke of Berwick in front of more troops. After long months of siege, I have seen it written that eleven months was the capitulation of the city on September 11, 1714, which was confusing, and Rafael de Casanova, Minister in Cap, was presumed dead but escaped wounded being executed other so-called heroes of this war and buried in that place. The war was won by supporters of Philip V, repealing all rights and claims to the Decree of Nueva Planta, which centralized the government and let if effect Catalan laws and charters, on par with all other kingdoms supported the Archduke Charles of Austria, except the Aran Valley, leaving all subject to the administrative system Castilian. Today, the plaza is a place where, every September 11, commemorates the National Day of Catalonia and is a tribute to defenders of the city, killed and buried in this place. Not for Rafael de Casanova, because this is buried in the church of Sant Baldiri Sant Boi, as he died in 1743 in this town where he lived as a lawyer as I have understood.

After this little trip through history, we ride, too, for the port area and we are ready to take the train back to Salou for the dinner. Our thanks to Antonio and Carmen and Michael and Magda for their hospitality and company.

Sunday was holiday, to visit my brother, who lives in Barcelona, \u200b\u200bSalou ride and meal preparation and home.

End of my story and I urge you to visit this wonderful land, which is Catalan, and meet its people to break stereotypes and to feel closer to them. Vale worthwhile. In any case, I leave fifty photos more for the careful to observe delayed.

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Traveling with IMSERSO (I)

IMSERSO Acronyms correspond to the body, "Institute for the Elderly and Social Services" under the "Ministry of Health, Social Policy and Equality", in Spain. Already know, the majority, which has a subsidized rental program for people over 60, if these are made in low season and according to own planning. It is part of a social policy that covers two fronts: first Holiday allows easy travel and see the world, even out of season, people of low income and, second, maintains activity in the hotel instead of closing the hotels, giving life to these services ...

Well, as you saw, I turned sixty recently, so we went to Salou IMSERSO eight days, accompanied by two other couples of friends. Since I was subsidized by the state, a certain amount of cost, I think I have a moral obligation to share something with people, paying taxes, assist in sustaining this feature system, lol ... So I direct them my story and anyone who is a lover of travel, photography and knowledge of other peoples ... amen to leave a written record, for history, for such an event.

The trip began with a shock, because a lady fell into Málaga airport and broke an arm, so it was frustrated in his desire. Is this not the only incident of accidents and health issues.

Calypso arrived to the hotel very late (23.30 hours) and once in the El Prat airport in Barcelona, \u200b\u200bwe traveled by bus to Salou. Dinner cold, cold, and air conditioning malfunction in our room and the other pair of the three that form the group of friends who, luckily, was repaired the next day, leaving the comfortable rooms.

let's start the review immediately. Day eight we moved to Tarragona, where we spent the whole day. We walked down La Rambla Nova to the Balcony of the Mediterranean. A market in the center of the Rambla distracted us, especially the ladies, with its varied selection of clothing and other associated items.

visit the Roman Amphitheatre, which, as always, was an attack on their integrity. As in 259 d C. burned it to the bishop Fructuoso and two of his deacons, ended up doing in your martyr basilica interior in the late sixth century, using material from the dismantling of the amphitheater itself. The vibrations of the train that runs by his side also undermine their integrity. After

toured the remains of the Roman circus, whose main grandstand on the council settled on its base and an underground car park in a beautiful square. I can not imagine the amount of archaeological material of value that has been usurped, destroyed and hidden to build new buildings. It says that architects are cast to shake when you have to dig a foundation, similar comment he once made me a visit to Merida. We

after the Roman Praetorian (century I a. C.), Roman building refurbished, also called Tower of Pilate and the National Archaeological Museum, where you can enjoy the great quantity of archaeological remains from the city. As usual you can see some sculptures in marble, beheaded and in adjoining room, several heads of heroes Tarragona. This is because in every important house was a statue of lord and master master. When he died, his heir, to save money, changed the head and kept his body. The head of the father, or former owner, was stored and displayed the sculpture to date.

The cathedral, which can be seen from the Tower of Pilate, we find closed for the time and work, not go to visit her pudenda. The walls deserve a trip to enjoy beautiful views and admire the stonework and the various stages of construction in terms of material and method used. Its streets and squares, along with other attractions complete the visit turned out to be quite exhausting, but rewarding in short.

9 On Wednesday we did the route of the monasteries, visiting Santes Creus and Poblet, Montblanc and Reus well. Another busy day. I had already done this route, but for thirty years and the memories were very vague.

monasteries, Cistercian, are splendid. Part of that list of great architectural works, full of art, which were left, along the country, religious orders, such as aggregators of power and knowledge at the time. The San Benito order spread throughout Europe and caught on a role of great influence.

One, with these things, you always have an aftertaste with some ambivalence, between the work itself, its magnificence in every sense of the word, and suffering or financial sacrifice of those who endured, which, as always, ended up being a people oppressed by their masters civil and religious. In contrast to the Roman work, focusing on civil (amphitheaters, circuses, roads, aqueducts, etc.) That we saw in Tarragona capital, in this If we focus on religion, taking a vow of poverty, is full of splendor to the praise and glory of the Creator and enjoy your children elected to serve (entiéndaseme sarcasm). It is easy to imagine these immense masses, surrounded by modest houses or shacks, where the servants came under the impact of his immense coercive power, to be schooled in the pulpit, and follow in obedience to the divine spirit emanating from them, the friars and abbots of monasteries, managed, both from the influence on earthly power as in the domain of knowledge and control.

This does not mean that today we can enjoy all the work, that although it could have been civil, is presented in all its splendor and beauty. I do not attempt a panegyric on the monasteries, as available on the Internet many of the best information that I could contribute, but a story of travel to decorate the photo that accompanied Slide.

Therefore, after this little reflection on the social component, I must say that in the case of Santes Creus, was impressed by their faculty, I loved the video explaining the history and activity (albeit, somewhat understandably biased), the church, all the units we visited and monuments, from the entrance to the complex to the exit.

The next stop was at Montblanc, charming walled village The streets and squares, its churches and towers, its people and their homes. We ate a surprisingly cheap buffet and continue to Poblet.

Poblet Monastery is again another example of Cistercian spectacular beauty. Monumental occupies a large space, home to 32 monks, including three candidates. It has a small museum with items of great value. The tour is accompanied by a guide who gives the appropriate explanations. We find in him a real cemetery where lie the remains of kings of Aragon and Counts of Barcelona. The faculty, in deeds, not be allowed in all its beauty. Once again repeat the same feelings we had in Santes Creus. Of course, while in Poblet pay a good start, no rebate for pensioners if they had sixty-five (soon to be sixty-seven if not remedy), on the other we had free admission. The business is used to keep the group of monks who live there, I suppose ... Apart from the cloister, real cemeteries, church and other facilities, I marveled at the altar, with its sculpture.

In any case, the hand is sluggish, leading to its abandonment and in a sense, plunder, with the seizure of Mendez. Yes, I have to honor the excellent treatment and friendliness of the people I contacted in all cases, with few exceptions. The Catalan people friendly, respectful and friendly, as we saw.

Finally, that day just in Reus. We visited the museum of Gaudi Centre and little else, except walk around the city and admire some of its Art Nouveau facades, the cathedral, its streets and squares.

Now I put a slide with 50 of more than six hundred pictures I took on the trip.

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My 60 years

This entry is different. Also charged for reflection, quiet reflection. Reflection characteristic of the age, maturity and position in the so-called third way of chronological age. Day 4 officially turned 60, I say officially because the record, about what happened in times past, I said the fourth when he was two days old, although in poor health, so I'm told.

In these sixty years one has lived through many and varied experiences, some rewarding than others, but all have helped to forge the person I am today. Do not give up anything of what happened to me and I only complain of having failed to draw the best conclusion of all this. I was not trained to deal with things from the positive coping, from the attitude of profit from every experience, and was the very life that showed me, in a process of trial and error, modeling it as going to grow and make my way without harmful influences and conditions, they intended to do me what they wanted and were doing well. I submitted to a formation of National Catholicism or concealed swipe me ideas, reasons and views of life, I cheated with the country, society and its influence on the national spirit, sought fleecy and alienating and making me submit to commune with millstones . I loaded with prejudices that it was very painful and difficult to remove in order to be free, without ever fully achieve.

Fortunately, life, nature, endowed me with some intelligence (pardon the pedantry) that empowered me to analyze and see things from a critical spirit, showing an alternative path from an open mind and aseptic, which allowed me see and understand things other than different, that enriched me. The result leaves much to be desired, but I confess I have not finished my work. Sixty years is a good time for reflection, a stopover rest under the cool shade of the tree of life and reconsider many things, as many as are needed to tackle this final stage with enthusiasm and joy, with purpose find personal freedom that allows me to be, as we are all unique and singular.

I am the result of what I was and how it manages. Sabina remember his lame pirate song and look at the offices of life in the fictional journey of whom wanted to be and was not. I, however, was the son of peasant, illiterate mother, who with his hands drew the fruit to a land that refused to give them what they asked, thinking surely it would be the gentleman who did not tilled.

I was an altar boy in my village, studying in a seminary priest, harvesters of icy fingers in the harsh winter, inexperienced assistant bricklayer immigrant with 16 years in a different Barcelona to what the regime told me, been a clerk in paper and machines become obsolete, strenuous night's degree students and nurse, psychiatric nurse involved Psychiatric reform in Andalusia, at the same intensive care nurse, general supervisor of a hospital, nursing assistant, psychology graduate student and doctoral courses while working, professor of school of the University of Malaga, deputy University College of Health Sciences. Di and I received many varied topics courses, conferences and conference papers, articles and various publications; cure a relevant curriculum and devoted my time to that, forgetting myself and sometimes my people and environment. I was also a son, brother, husband, father, grandfather, friend ... that is something.

In 2005 I was touched by the grace of the disease and this gave me more than the time he had lost. Then I realized that this new time, a gift, that gave me, was twofold, first to collect the baggage that life gave me, to structure and form (shape) my thinking and on the other , follow social commitment that had already assumed management of this new stage, evolving I help my environment and devote my humble contribution to my family. But above all, to discover myself, to discover what was inside and work commitments did not allow me to do. Now I'm looking for my truth, my freethinking developed to manage the knowledge that I accumulated and grow, with the basic objective of my humble self, to reach what I define as the bonhomie, if a being mature and adult in my view , live and think ... I'm in it and so I created this blog.

I do not care much what people think of me, to give to others what they expect. My motto now is "Share." I no longer competitive to be complementary, I put on the table that comes from inside me unconditionally, to be like life from me responsibility and respect, but also demanding the same respect for my self and my own need to march to my autoencuentro. From my agnosticism and eclecticism I walk, making its own path, just take me where I'll go to that unknown place near the absolute truth that no one gets and that we all seek.

Now in my sixties, I stop to think and reflect on that path and orientation. I would not want to miss with GPSs foreign direct me to places unfit, but to recoup what has been sown in my heart, which acts as a personal compass in the process of rationalization and reasoning that my mind is forged. It is possible that after writing this I know myself even better and you, reader, I understand and understand better.

I am the product of a lifetime, from its beginnings, full of hardship, to its current state, where I'm collecting the fruit of a seed farmer and avid drinker infused sources that life got in my way from one choirboy to the retiree. What holds for me now ...? I honestly do not know, but I hope at least that does not truncate established dynamic and inertia takes me to end my days with the same spirit of open-minded and assertive development ... When I leave I'll take anything, because nothing suit but I'll leave something and that something positive, for my drop in the vast ocean of life serve to improve a bit the quality and purity of the water within it.

My children, my two wonderful children, who were so long forging her mother and I are a reality, my grandchildren an extension of that reality. Today, at sixty, I'm proud of them and my family, that family forged from nothing my wife and I, with our sweat, worry and effort, who gave our selfless love of parents, just return the joy to see them grow in freedom, sound and open mind to understand and comprehend the world.

The sixties, the third stage, the elderly, are the beginning of the rapid slide that leads to the deserved end where we all go ... Do not worry, it's about time ... The important thing is to get the job done, full of bonhomie , simplicity and kindness to plant and cultivate a good result in this society that is released to the dehumanization and materialism if we do not remedy.

A toast to all

After a day full of surprises, with the party organized by Loli and my children, with the presence of my brother, my brother, my nuclear family and my friends have let me also honored with a photo slide of my life since my childhood until today, I share with visitors. Enter the text interlace some pictures of this event full of surprises and emotions ...