One of these days, chatting with some celestial bodies, they all agreed that this eclipse in Catalonia has been unique. They know what they're talking about: they are professionals at getting in each other's way. They always want to go first… But what surprised the celestial family (stars, planets, asteroids, satellites, comets) is that this eclipse could only be seen "in the territory". A phenomenon more earthly than astronomical.
With the eclipse, Barcelona, for the first time since Alaor's conquest, ceased to exist. Neither the city, nor what they call the metropolitan area of Barcelona, nor even Barcelona's district 11, Girona, was seen. Barcelona in a cube, in infinite space, went dark. The eclipse, it seems, did not pass through this XXXLLL sized Barcelona. Curious, isn't it? But everything happens where it is wanted to happen, when it is wanted and why it is wanted.
The eclipse was only seen in Ebre, the field of Tarragona and Ponent. The whole world came, the universe, every Tom, Dick, and Harry, every Christ, God and his mother… Well, if they could. Many creatures discovered by surprise that commuter rail is faraway, or the land of never-never, and Peter Pan has been eating grilled Cobi meat for years to survive. Those who wanted to come by car were also dazzled, because these so-called roads are freezers of badly played lives that lead nowhere. Those who managed to arrive were amazed at how all sorts of structures of PVC, plexiglass, polyethylene, artificial things like fences, seats, tents sprouted in nature so that they could see "in the territory" what could not be seen in Barcelona DF (Districte Fotut). And the lovers of anthropological cardiology danced syncopated rhythms, blinded as they glimpsed that there, in those places, paths, hills, mounds, mountains, chainsaws… other human beings lived. Therefore, the eclipse was light, light, light. Crystal ball, tarot, palm reading… Astrology!
The future is here and it is the "territory" planet. Everything will end up here and be diverted. The eclipse is a test, a laboratory, a blackboard. Big-headed Barcelona, spider Barcelona, washing machine Barcelona, can't take it anymore. It's no longer about people's flesh, that's also a moral issue, of values. It's not just physical, material, it's also spiritual, energetic. Too much bad temper and little laughter. The belly is empty. The body is emaciated. And the head tends to be Lilliputian. The era of transhumance, transfer, transmigration of bodies and souls has begun. The eclipse is putting Old Catalonia and New Catalonia face to face. One dying, the other still moving.
Barcelona, like a wounded, very dangerous animal, will give everything to transform Catalonia into Barcelona. Transfusion of contaminated blood. A macrocephalic, arachnid Catalonia, a machine for washing memories, lands, people. Barcelona will no longer remember Catalonia; Catalonia will no longer remember Barcelona. Without a past, without a future. Without freedom. The birth of a new organic being in the style of Frankenstein. A single body made of pieces, bits, fragments of millions of creatures. Amorphous, disfigured, wounded, in pain. A Catalonia prosthesis-chip-lobotomy great and free. A dictatorship, an occupation. Cannibalism. Nothing will remain, but we will all be "territory". Leveled, uniform, cemented… But first we will have to see: who eclipses whom. Because as was seen the other day, many are not used to phenomena of (and in) nature. And the fight and the factions are these.
