entered the age of 12 Young Communist League. Back in 76 my older brother was in the PC and also that he was proud of me, because I've always been fairly intelligent, not ready, and pretty. And very combative. Overall, a gem to show her (now a PSOE leader and because of the cult bitch is not me: intelligence and militancy and dislikes and not the can forgive me.) He introduced me to the heterogeneous group who were the communists and I joined Asturias. The truth is that this was very good. Among other things I learned to sing the Internationale with the right fist in the air and Santa Barbara blessed pelao to cry, heart and fists shaken, not high, but tight. We stopped for a picnic cider with a beautiful and huge garden, morning and evening and part of doing politics, we had fun. I left early because what I started to look more like a club social than anything else and many of those "young people" wanted to take the child, I was still at the garden.
I decided then to focus on the parish, which was also a socially committed group and where they also could live my spiritual reality. And although in many ways was also a social club, nobody wanted to fuck me or I was drooling like an object. In any case the maximum was the most daring court and "make love" (corny, yes, but in adolescence is welcome kitsch). For several years I thought it was still communist. Although I was not going to meetings, or parties, or putting up posters and other acts of departure, where he was serving as such, including tolerant and loving mother Church.
Then I was lucky enough to meet the Communities of the Ark of Lanza del Vasto who embodied what communism was for me (yes, unfortunately it was a total ignorant venom is alienating, totalitarian ideology) and more: Fight not Gandhian nonviolent pro-poor and unjustly treated. Although no work for about anyone. Brainer for never use, where possible, money, everything in common, each featuring the little that had as their burdens love of poverty. The unanimous decision, the leader or responsible, also elected unanimously, was in charge of collecting the garbage, clean toilets and no less time-consuming task of representing the communities around the world. Commitment to the choice of life, whether in groups or celibacy. Spirituality and religion free but, yes, you could not be agnostic or atheist, or relativistic, because to be in a sincere needed to be a "seeker of truth" which is inconsistent with these positions, not because you do not admit, but it reboots your alone. Art, study, reflection. The party as the hub of life, with music, songs and dances, drama, games ... all dressed in white, for the feast we celebrate that God is our father and our mother is perfect. Vegetarian diet consistent with the non-violence, except pregnant women, children or sick, fasting one day a week, on Friday, not to forget those who have nothing to eat. Well, Truth and Beauty. Peace, Strength and Joy ... (In "The Ark was to sail a vineyard" Lanza has everything and more collected). I married twenty-one and took a trip to France wedding to the mother community in a van 4-L with the ground broken, do not see how funny when there were pools, where we slept when we caught the night. But my relationship with the Ark is another story.
The referendum on NATO, that we lost to Felipe the "peace" was a hard landing after a few months of hard work with all the media against, as they were and are sold to power. While I recognize that I never liked the PSOE, since I had very clear that these people do not go "or Panare hard" as we said in Asturias, "or to take pesetas", in English. YES dirty campaign that showed definitively who they were and who remain: the worst thing you can be in life, some warm.
I have many sad stories to tell of the sect because thanks to the MEC have lived in some villages, small towns and three autonomous regions. I've never played one governed by IU yea by the PP and the PSOE, of course. And although at first I was too embarrassed to admit it, come from a dictatorship of "right" and that is paid, not now: I've always seen people live more freely and I have been freer in those governed by the PP. And freedom is like the air we need to breathe. It's what allows us to be human beings, not animals only (they are wonderful being what they are admirable as his own nature) that is what they want.
And the last one armed, and not the personal and social, was to kill civilians when I finally returned to Asturias. I I'm not as important as Pepe Ferreiro, but enough, I never would have thought, to come after me. I have just the importance of a human being who can not buy with money, or deceived by their lies, or dominated by the victimization and fear.
"the lukewarm vomit in my mouth," says the Lord. I understand perfectly, are disgusting. So I have hope very soon lost sight of, because in the afterlife quite sure that I did not stumble.
Here is a musical rarity, Nacho Vegas singing in Santa Barbara Bendita Bikini
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