Zombies from 1869 to 2025

One of the things that's happening is that people who believe they're alive are dead. I'm not referring to our vampire, ghost, zombie, and so many other friends, with whom we spend long nights, debating life and death, magnetized to ethanol passports that allow us free cross-border movement. I'm talking about people who live in the Catalonia of 2025 and who believe it's the same as it was in 1980, 1990, or 2000. Stop mummies.

The living dead walk, zigzag, or urinate through the streets of the country as if language, television, radio, the press, businesses, towns, immigrants, the sky, shrews, lettuce... Everything were the same as it was in 1981, 1992, or 2000. Orally, gustatorily, olfactorily, or tactilely, everything has changed. Twilight beings say Catalan is fine. That in the villages everyone drives tractors. Creatures who believe the internet is cough syrup. There are Catalans living in freezers. And in rabbits' nests in aioli, post-nuclear bunkers. Also inside hooded sardine cans. No one wants to believe it. And so it goes for us. The prophet said it.

In Spain, not even the couple's mother will recognize her.". The master healer Alfonso Guerra said it in February 1986 at a rally in Seville. It has certainly been so. Spain, Catalonia, which is Spain, which is more Spain than ever, which is on the path to being more Spain than the most Spain of Spain... If we are going this way it is because we are returning to the origin. We are. We are more in 1869 than in 198.

There were four cats, and some one-eyed mouse, who in 1869 created a totally, fully, entirely Catalanist group. They were only 50 beings, but alive, in the midst of the zombie-like state of the country of the Catalan language in Catalonia, Valencia and the Balearic Islands. Combat the Castilianization of Catalonia. The Castilian that they want to impose in Barcelona and its ancient institutions." Therefore, set fire to the hut: a new resurgence, renaissance, resurrection, etc., etc. As I said, I'm sure you don't mind a single C minor in all this. Right?

We're there, I mean we're here. Principles of funerary botanyThe Barcelona writer and lawyer is the father of modern cemeteries in Europe (he promoted the Montjuïc cemeteries). We Catalans are pro-European even in the afterlife. He wrote it down. This. Cemetery vegetation is vital. No poisonous, thorny plants. No fruit trees either, because we would eat the dead. That's why there are cypress trees and not apple, peach, or cherry trees... We'd be swallowing our aunt, our godfather, our cousin... in the form of a piece of fruit. Maybe that's what's happening now.

Anthropophagy. Cannibalism. We eat ourselves. We are a cemetery on a collective and socialized binge. We need to replant, to be reborn, to resurrect, cypress trees. Missiles of future continuity. And, of course, bury, for it's time, and their time, the zombies.