The language of slaves
When they rushed her in on the stretcher, the doctor asked her what was wrong. The woman was shaking her head like a rock 'n' roll girl, a crazed demon, The Exorcist. He spoke through a tongue of bile. A polychrome of multimedia desperation. "They've lost respect for us," he repeated with Dolby Surround 3HD autotune. And he disappeared, his refrain, down the corridor of the ICU (unit for Catalans admitted to hospital).
In the report, the doctor described the events that led to the admission. These were cases they'd been seeing for years, but they ignored them, so as not to make it a case. You know, the social alarm: it's not that big a deal, it'll pass, or that illness doesn't want any fuss... Well, a 75-year-old woman. No previous illnesses. Everything was fine. She was celebrating her granddaughter's birthday. 20 adults and 10 children. Everything was going like a herring with a float in the plastic pool of flan and cream. But the 9-year-old granddaughter spoke Spanish to everyone. Possessed. Shooting left and right. Volume, volume... 29 people prancing in Catalan, and she only in Spanish. Catalan grandparents, Catalan parents... All chatting in Catalan, and she... in Spanish. Why? Huh? Someone said: "She wants attention." And the woman, that woman, that godmother, collapsed on the floor.
They've lost respect for us. Not just the Argentinian ice cream makers, or the Colombian astronauts, or the taxidermists from León, who have been here for a hundred years... No. They've lost respect for us, clean, nephews, cousins, hamsters, dragonflies, kitchen furniture, clothespins... Catalan is not a language: it is "the language of slaves."
Josep Maria de Sagarra freed himself by writing the following August 1923. Smelling the dictatorship of Primo de Rivera. 102 years later, what dictatorships and wars haven't achieved, democracy will. Handcuffs off: "Those of us who live in Barcelona, despite it being our beloved city, the most fiery bonfire of nationalism, endure with a certain Mesell spirit that imposed language that is not ours. The force of habit […], the life of commerce, are things that, all together, stumble our eyes and ears, to endure the pinch of irony that God has given us, against the unfortunate adepts that the famous Spanish language has in our house. […]. most pitiable slaves, content with their servitude, and show, with idiotic joy, the mark of their slavery? You may have a good table and a good bed and a certain family happiness, but heaven has denied you, or you have destroyed yourselves, that feeling of homeland that, say what you will, is still the strongest of all the feelings in the world…" Let's kill it: "By being too understanding and too tolerant, we have always lost ourselves." losing our language, it symbolically dies for us and we really don't give a damn. He wants to kill in order to live and get rich.