my friend is a race journalist. Still young, but already working on projects that have left their mark and with the profile of story teller that convinces me most of this job. He does not believe that he is called to become a guru of anything, nor to save the world, nor to rescue the Catalans from the clutches of an imaginary dictatorship. That is why he has been one of the many who has had a bad time, when he has felt in the neck the breath of the most untamed independence movement. The problem is almost never with ideas, but almost always with people. The other day he called me like a basilisk, after reading Pilar Rahola’s article in EL PERIÓDICO, where she lamented that we have become people-advertisements, simple labels that define us without nuances or complexities, inhabitants of sealed apartments without glasses communicators. We live in a polarized reality that prevents us from weaving complicity… How much hypocrisy – snapped at me, indignant, my friend-; This woman has been insulting and dividing for years, and now she is talking about building bridges.
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