It cannot be precisely ensured that the reconstruction process of the figure of Jordi Pujolthe remission of the sins confessed in July 2014, the resurrection of the patriotic flesh and the enduring political life, are part of a campaign designed by friends or devotees, by groups such as the so-called Tagamanent-Build Catalonia, or by itself. But yes, since then, when everything about the ‘deixa’ became known and when, later, more details about the family, which the prosecution considers a “criminal organization & rdquor;, there have been a string of episodes to recover the figure of the person who, at just 10 years old, just climbed Tagamanent (mythical peak) to contemplate the devastated country and listen to the words of his uncle Narcís: “It will be very difficult for us to redo all this& rdquor ;. In July 2020, Jordi Pujol returned there, at the age of 90, and it seems that he considered that everything he contemplated was fine.
With greater or lesser intensity, the friends and devotees of pujolismo have taken it upon themselves, little by little and with constancy, to redo the wrong done, to whitewash the character, halfway to the Moses who will not be able to cross the Jordan or enter the Earth Fiancee and the man killed by an end of life (remember that he is pending a trial for corruption and other trifles) dotted with catastrophic sequences for his image. For more than five years, those of the Tagamanent have organized reviews of their government work with conferences at the Cercle Artístic. there has also been Tributes and public recognition, some with mute, but the outbreak of the let’s say campaign has come in recent months, just after the stroke that the former president suffered. He had already taken part a year ago in an act at the Auditorium of the University of Barcelona (‘Escolta, Europa’), but the Pujolist return has materialized with the attendance, in December, at the celebration of the 90th anniversary of the Parliament of Catalonia and , this week, with the presentation of the candidacy of Xavier Triaswith the burning chapel for Josep M. Espinas and, above all, with the presentation of the annotated and expanded reissue of Jordi Pujol’s first book: ‘Des dels turons a l’altra banda del riu. Entre l’acció i l’esperança’ (Editorial Comanegra) at Llibreria Ona.
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Pujol is back. “The soul of the president” has returned, as Iolanda Batallé said. A soul that “is the seed of everything& rdquor; and that this soul takes shape in some notes written in prison between 1961 and 1962, published in 1978 and now recovered, whose prologue is both programmatic and enigmatic. “Hopefully,” added Batallé, “that this spirit is grafted onto the new generations of patriots.” The Pujol hills were the space where the army took refuge after a defeat, with the idea of creating a new army, morally renewed. They were and it seems that they are again. It was the slogan of the 60s and it is now, in homage to his 93 years. The editor Joan Sala has proclaimed that it is necessary for the new generations to know who forged the country, “far from the noise around the president.” man yeah there is noise, and more than there will be when he is judged. More than noise: cannon shots at the waterline. The Llibreria Ona must have been a wave of recognition and faith that had moments to become wonderful, like the musical decoration with ‘El cant de la senyera’ in commemoration of the Fets del Palau or like the lively applause from the public. But it did not stop being, at the same time, a kind of final liturgywith the usual Pujol, half joking, half transcendent, half Capri looking for the lost glasses and half Moses crying out against the people: “The Lord, because of you, got angry with me and didn’t listen to me.”
Acting is already out of his league, as he acknowledges in the prologue. “And hope maybe too.” He only has to attend (“my first obligation is to stay alive & rdquor;) the attempt at moral resurrection that, in the end, is his main obsession, orchestrated by himself, from the vantage point of those who know that, deep down, he is alone. That older man, “very old & rdquor ;, was happy to be in the Ona Bookstore and to recover the original Pujol sacrificed that he bet on the dignity of a nation: “I have failed the young man that I was,” he said. “I have conviction, faith, hope, everything you want, but I cannot be happy; neither with myself nor with many people & rdquor ;. That old man now writes from the prison of a damaged soul.