Joaquín Sabina sings: “I live at number seven, Calle Melancolía. Years ago I wanted to go to the neighborhood of joy & rdquor ;. Nobody wants to live a street that radiates sadness. But there is something worse, forcing some neighbors to live on a road that smells like death. To escape, to terror, to slaughter. To children who die in the arms of their parents. To fatherless parents of children. A silenced black memory, always present in those who suffered it.
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The Madrid City Council has reclaimed the name of Balearic Islands Cruise for one of its streets. Ignorance can evoke images of vacations, deck cocktails and sunbathing. But reality leads us to the unfortunate February 1937. until the slaughter of thousands of civilians trying to flee Malaga along the road to Almeria. They were bombarded by land, sea and air by Franco’s forces. A butchery. The Balearic voyage was one of the ships that took part in the slaughter. There is no reason for that memorial plaque with the soul of a tombstone. There is no ethical justification for the memory of a ship with such a notorious memory. To some, it seems that the Franco regime, more than melancholy, is what arouses it nostalgia. Too much resistance to move to a neighborhood free of such a dark past.
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