The Catalan Cold War
The Cold War is back. Spies have more work than ever (CV here). Today the curtain isn't made of steel. The walls aren't made of cement. There are no barbed wire borders. But encryptions, ciphers, invisible languages without photosynthesis are more alive than ever. Real, genuine, good information rules today, just like in the days of the Big Bang, Adam and Eve, or theHomo habilis Doing DIY on a Sunday morning in the cave-house. Information is like tap water: if it's not drinkable, I get disoriented and lose my way through life, I get sick, I die. Information is either healthy or toxic. There's a lot of contamination. A lot of crap in the brain. A lot of filthy human wild boars. This is passed on to me by one of the spies we have scattered throughout the unoccupied country.
"In my circle, the traditional concept of Catalonia has disappeared. There's no national vision of fighting for something common," the agent reports without any kind of encryption. In this new cold war, it's no longer a fight for Catalonia. This cold war can't be heated up with microwaves, Thermomixes, or the plant-based paranoia of the self-proclaimed healers who say you shouldn't eat grilled meat and then screw it up themselves when no one's looking. It's the cold war: the Catalonia of the charlatans against the Catalonia of the real charlatans. The Process wasn't about achieving independence: it was about survival. The wall has fallen, but another one has risen.
On the other side, there are self-organizing armies. Self-determined communities. A country of ultra-local and original communities that have seen the future. Thousands of people left alone. No one helps them. The country is an orphanage. There are no emergency services. Cornered like beasts baptized by blood, they draw on their natural, real talent to survive. Nothing is more invincible and dangerous than a wounded animal. There is no "I" without "we." Barcelona doesn't act as the capital of anything, not as a haystack, a pot, or a drug den. Barcelona has the "I," but not the "we." Catalonia has become an NGO that wants to save everyone except Catalans. Immigrants in our country. The theoretical pedants want to teach the wasteful pragmatists how things should be done. Those who have never done anything tell those who have always done things how things should be done. They treat those who have had human technology since day one like Neanderthals. The cave walls are full of life, not death.
Feminism should also be taught by the godmothers of the villages, not just the subsidized, colorblind-painted theorists who live in cosmic self-help cults. They're miles ahead of you. The placebo farce of entrepreneurs should be taught by bricklayers, carpenters, plumbers… There are no other options. business plan than what's inside the head and the sweat. Social networks are the associations, the entities, the major festivals, the human infrastructures through which neurons, ideas, loves, and respect circulate. The pedagogy is that of godparents-parents and children: children must have four eyes, four ears, their mouths closed, and their hands in their pockets. More believing: to know, one must believe. We don't want happy children: we want living children. Farce and more farce.
The world turns cold. The ice age. The mammoth, the walrus, the seal, the penguin, the ice cube. They will eat. They will live. Not everyone will be able to say so. Love is made of spies. And of a white country, whitest of white. Infinite. Invisible. Blood will be the border.
