I write this from my house located in what is considered one of the most
beautiful towns in the state, Albarracín. Between its reddish walls, itsslopes, the cobbled streets, tourists who go up and down like littleants grumbling while losing their breath. Today I was listening whilehaving breakfast how someone said that with a month being here I wouldhave already paid for the gym. On the other side of the bar, theinhabitants. Those who suffer and love the tourist who feeds them, butat the same time is taking away the opportunity to live in a place whereeveryone comes to leave. In which it is impossible to find housing dueto the shortage of rental houses, since with only one weekend "I getwhat I would get in a single month's rent." Unfortunately they areright. But the complaint persists in the environment: everything is doneby and for the tourist, there are no opportunities other than in thatslave sector that is the hotelier.If we spin fine, we can find a phenomenoncolonizer in the streets of Albarracín. an acculturationthat makes this town have all the numbers ofbecome a stage instead of a place thatinhabit. There is a sign on the door of a house with greatterrace that reads "It's not a bar", as if necessarydelimit spaces free of consumption by others. The effectAlbarracín", far from attracting population, has played in itsagainst: mass tourism has also reached rural areas withall its sweeping machinery. And for some sites there is noturn backNot so far from Albarracín, in a phenomenon that concernsall rural, we have another threat that looks at us from thehigh. Specifically, from 200 meters, which is what they measurethe wind power generators that they want to implement inmany of our natural spaces. it's a weaponpoisonous and sneaky, since they come with false dataof hope for our peoples: more population,possibility of jobs, improvement of servicesdue to income in the municipal coffers, etc.Energy companies take advantage of ourdesperation to save us to increase his netcolonialist. Right now, the peoples are the ones whowe have the key to save the whole world from collapseenergetic. Right now, when we have always lived tobacks of their progress unless it is by the fleeceof our resources. The past is not far awayglorious miners, who emptied the bowels of ourland to end up leaving dead buildings anddecay. The serious thing is that this speech of salvation hasstrong draft in a population that, due to lack ofopportunities, to see the shine of gold, has not fallen intothat not only colonize our land. They're not herecolonizing our memories, our past, ourinherited landscape.But they are also colonizing our future, sinceall these industrialized places also run outabandoning: it is not such that promise of gain ofsettlers when the only ones who always win are thethemselves. Latifundistas, those who have longthey abandoned the town, the big company that buysfavors from Madrid and the miserable politicians whothey abide and bow their heads.There is a very hackneyed question that now comes to mind.head. It says that if a tree falls in the middle of theforest and no one is around to hear it, does this make anysound? Despite the protests, despite the continuous complaint,there is an atrocious silence that covers our steps. Thepaternalistic response that we choose between being centralenergy or that tourism drowns us. Without anyoption of not living colonized.They think that, in our isolation, no one will listenour voice. For them we are that tree that falls.But we know that we are forest. all likespecies in the same ecosystem: each one with itsown needs, but all with the samethreats. We are because we are in common. And so, incommon, from our own sovereignty, we will be able tobuild a future for those of us who choose to inhabit the countryside.http://apoyomutuoaragon.net_________________________________________A - I N F O S N E W S S E R V I C EBy, For, and About AnarchistsSend news reports to A-infos-en mailing listA-infos-en@ainfos.ca
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