Joaquín Sabina sings: “I live at number seven, Calle Melancolía. Years ago I wanted to move to the neighborhood of joy & rdquor ;. Nobody wants to live a street that exudes sadness. But there is something worse, forcing some neighbors to live on a road that smells like death. To escape, to terror, to slaughter. To children dying in the arms of their parents. To fatherless parents of children. A silenced black memory, always present in those who suffered it.
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The Madrid City Council has recovered the name of Balearic Islands Cruise for one of its streets. Ignorance might conjure up images of vacations, deck cocktails, and sunbathing. But reality leads us to the unfortunate February 1937. to the slaughter of thousands of civilians trying to flee Malaga along the road to Almeria. They were bombarded by land, sea and air by Franco’s forces. A butchery. The Balearic cruise was one of the ships that participated in the massacre. There is no reason for that plaque with the soul of a tombstone. There is no ethical justification for the memory of a ship with such an infamous memory. For some, it seems that the Franco regime, more than melancholy, what it arouses is nostalgia. Too much resistance to moving to a neighborhood free of such a dark past.