The team from Aragon, the team from Spain

I see on TV the acting Director General of Culture of the Aragonese government congratulating himself on the great job that the lawyers of "the Aragonese team", which said like that sounds like a sports competition of autonomous teams or the TVE summer contest Grand Prix del verano", with a piglet trotting on the set.

It is true that some people like to live happy and deceived, because the Aragonese team has been at all times the team of Spain. That of Spanish justice, that of the Spanish Church, that of the Spanish parties and that of the Spanish government, which we have not yet heard apply to the Sixena murals the same heritage respect used to deny the temporary transfer to the Basque Country of Picasso's

Guernica.

No matter how much the Government strives in its policy of reunion, facts are stubborn and continue to encompass everything, from financing to trains and now to cultural heritage. The Sixena paintings, saved from fire by the Generalitat in 1936 and preserved in the best possible condition in Catalonia for decades, will leave Catalonia because Catalonia is not Spain. Let's see, it is to pay and keep quiet and, lately, to tell you that you will die Spanish (what should be a pride is spat out like a curse). If it really were, if they truly believed it and with all the consequences, no one would have claimed the paintings and much less would justice have intervened with the same savage pleasure with which it tore apart the Diocesan Museum of Lleida. Afterwards, at the end of the week, the progressive international will come to Barcelona to reflect on how to stop the far-right. The national issue, I'm sorry, but we don't touch it.