Today I am going to write a personal, anonymous story, although in reality it is the story of a generation of women, of many of them, who managed to fly as their mothers could not, tied to the leg of the dictatorship. Of ignored lives that built a society from the ruins. They do not deserve to pay the price for the continued cuts in profit policy in public services.
A couple of weeks ago I already spoke to you about my friend Rosamari, victim of the precariousness of emptied Spain, in public health especially. Itinerant doctors through towns and several kilometers from home. With an iron health so far, she had been in severe pain for three weeks and ibuprofen for all treatment while the specialists who referred her in two visits to the emergency room found space to treat her. It is the history of today’s Spain as well.
The third time he went to the emergency room at a hospital in Huesca, 32 km away. from her town, on the 6th of this month, they finally admitted her. Since then, multiple tests were performed, several invasive, without being able to fully determine a diagnosis while his condition deteriorated. I am writing this on Sunday when I return from Huesca, after having left it riddled with drippers; alone, because the Covid protocol is rigorous and strict at this point in the pandemic, it only allows one hour of visit in the morning and another in the afternoon and for a single person. His family, who come from Zaragoza, 74 km away, have to settle for that. All trusting in the dedication and goodwill of the center’s professionals but with deep concern.
She has been in all the key moments of my life, in happiness and in setbacks, leaving everything many times to come to my side. Covering me even in infinite cold and pushing me to uncertain adventures, which I cannot help but thank you for. Perhaps it is the affections that nourish us and build people. And I had to leave her, alone, in a time of no return, although we wait with light at the exit of the tunnel.
Starting at the beginning, the story begins by opening windows. At the end of the 60s, Rosamari, at the age of 15, was sewing pants at her home in Zaragoza, with her mother and younger sister. Teenagers, girls; this happened. Listening to the radio as an exit vehicle. Radio Popular then was the most advanced, full of music, literature and ideas. We competed in two contests to guess the melody that sounded to the first chord, of pop, jazz and classical music. Once she won; another, me. It measures just 1.50; me, almost 1.80. The dot and the i in the structure of a solid friendship.
Rosamari is the example of those who work their lives changing their predefined destiny for the achievement of a better dream. Stubborn in her yearnings, tenacious in the fight for her goals. And it must be said when the clock continues ticking its hours. Seemingly fragile, it has always been an enviable tower of strength. We went to London in the 70s and with an overflowing youth – an obligatory, initiatory trip – attracted by music and modernity. For the Beatles and the pubs, the pirate stations Radio Caroline and Radio Luxemburg, for Carnaby Street and Camden Town and the British Museum and the Tate Gallery and Harrod’s and the fledgling boutiques and Hyde Park, of course, and the cinema without restrictions . It looked like another planet.
We both broadened our horizons and learned to live from experiences. She stayed and created a profession with perfect English to develop in Zaragoza. Completely self-taught, he imbued himself with literature, the columns of good journalists in the newspapers that he still keeps, art, antiques, beauty, music, the Rolling Stones in the lead. Pencil portraits and artistic photography as other great passions.
This was that generation of women without possibilities who achieved realities with their tenacity. How much Rosamari has achieved with so little, stretching the means with her tenacity. To travel the world that he liked and see it without mediating the screens. Yes, the travels, the pleasures, the searches, the loves, the disasters, the rebirth and relapse and resurgence. Always there, over and over, close in the distance, permanent even in the great pauses.
Upon his retirement and with great effort, he returned to recover his parents’ house in a tiny and uninhabited town of Los Monegros, in Huesca. With the pure air and the animals and their eternal point of extravagance to search the shapes of the mountains for more dreams that are no longer within reach, but can continue to fly in the certainties of the imagination.
Rosamari endures the current medical tests with integrity, her lucidity renewed, and she maintains her passion for living and continuing to discover, which is the key to survival, a mark of her career. Now it is time for a transfer to conclude the diagnosis and treatment. Will there be more visiting time in Zaragoza?
Why alone in these hard times when the extreme, insulting precariousness of the lack of means in public health spares so many vital precautions? It is unfair to decree the absence of loved ones in hard times of illness largely due to the lack of means. How can we continue to admit that human health is affected by profitability criteria? The pandemic is being an excuse to reduce health care for many ailments and also for unsympathetic measures such as these of loneliness in hospitalizations.
A revealing trip to Huesca, of oneself, of its backpacks, of an entire generation forgotten in the midst of the times that mark historical periods. The one who practiced with the facts – and even almost without knowing it – something very similar to feminism. That we have come this far to regrettably continue to see the failures of the unequal collective effort that only people save, each of the people who maintain the world with their values.
Probably at the specific moment it was time to talk about the war of the electricity companies or the one undertaken in the PP for the control of Madrid – “which is Spain”, he said to himself. From Esperanza Aguirre as master of ceremonies. The former president comes out to defend her ward Ayuso insulting her other godchildren and similar profiles in competition. From the cover, his press washes the quagmire of the PP in Madrid, throwing the dart. Meanwhile, as published by ElDiario.es, there are valuable paintings of Goya dancing. With the Aguirre family inventing donations. With a sale for five million euros that Esperanza remained behind the backs of others, according to her brother-in-law. Some “beautiful family stories” that hide fraud and in which the Prosecutor’s Office has not yet investigated.
There are more cohesive families in the political PP. The National Court considers closing the PP financing piece in ‘Púnica’ and filing the one that affects Aguirre. Judge García Castellón, once again, declared the investigation of this specific case “completed”.
Rosamari and Esperanza hardly have one highlight in common: they are both in their seventies.