London, June 2006
I know that sometimes you continue to see me like that little child that cried at the end of every episode of Espinete. But if I write to you from London that’s why I became a woman who take part of so-called “the most prepared generation of the History of Spain”.
I am prepared for all, but not to miss you so much since I had to emigrate. And I miss you so much. I miss dad telling us his war stories after diner (in fact, I miss after diners, because there aren’t here). I miss mum told me the illusion (and fear) that she felt when she arrived from the village, and she asked me not to loosen.
I strike at the patience and tenderness that you had when, at this point of yours lives, you didn’t have choice but learn to use Skype and social network because you have a daughter who lives outside.
I miss a lot of things, that is why I write to you. Because I don’t want to resign myself for being unable to work in that I studied and I cannot do it close to my people. No one should resign to it.
I want to come back to Spain and I want that a lot of teenagers who I have met in all Europe and they are in the same situation as me can come back… I think that this return can begin on 26th June.
But this letter is not to tell about what happens, but also to thank you.
You taught me the values that I have nowadays.
You inculcated in me when principles is sacrificed, you are renouncing to the most important that you have.
You make me see that the most of people never cease working honestly rather than choosing the easier way that some thieves like so much that we have had as political representatives.
You transmit this illusion for your achievements, when you recovered the democracy and when on 82’s you participated on those big wave of change.
I won’t ask you to change parties at this stage of your life (certainly you’ve done more than enough by learning how to use Skype and Facebook), but I want to tell you that, thanks to what you have taught me, I am voting Unidos Podemos.
I am proud of you; so I am voting with an eye to the future. I want a future in which I can return to a Spain where R&D is more protected than bankers. I want to return to a Spain in which there are honest qualified people in Government. I want to return to a Spain not known worldwide because of corruption, junk wages and spree, but for its healthcare system, its renewable energy and, why not dare say it, the talent of its researchers.
I want to live in a country that defends the same thing you defended your whole life, and I want the children I might have to be proud of me just as I’m proud of you.
This one writing now is your daughter, the very same one that cried when Espinete ended. But this one writing now is also a young Spanish researcher in Molecular Biology who had to move to London to be able to work on what she studied.
The people of Unidos Podemos have made this letter arrive to every Spanish home, but I’m sure there’ll be thousands of other letters from other youngsters that, just like me, are representative of a generation who always did what was asked of them and now, for the first time, wants to take over their responsibility towards their country.
30 years and 8 months ago you named me Esperanza. I love you.