A banner in Spanish : "Franco was not dead, he was partying". Photo: Cecilia MilesiHistory is almost palpable at the moment, as though it were a living thing or tangible presence, splayed out and filling the streets of Barcelona, where I live. I feel like I can almost touch it with my fingertips and take it in with each breath.
It is a living history that is confronting each and every Catalan abruptly and indiscriminately; it brings back memories, stirs up emotions, pushes forward through stories retold, and is reconstructed through retrospective conversations that attempt to make sense of an ever-painful past, confused present and uncertain future.
As an Argentine who has only been living Spain for a year, I ask questions, listen closely and am learning all the time. Of course, I cannot avoid drawing parallels with my own Argentine and Latin American story.
