I know it's absurd, but sometimes do not pay attention to some interesting things too familiar, to bring many years of hearing about them at home, many years hosting all those stories with a kind of disdain teen ... I especially about aspects of daily life and flixanca Aragon, both generally much less photogenic than the urban excitement of Barcelona and other cosmopolitan places and I've been tossed around.
Last night, by the grace of TV3, one of those stories became as familiar a documentary. As he watched, the fads, disasters and absurdities of the era (post) industrial, which I will devote as much attention in these years of postdoctoral research, suddenly appeared to me as an ultra-concentrated:
After the expected bombing that occurred in the village of Flix , led by the impudence of prime time, I collected the impressions of some flixancos relatives. Talking to them it strikes me, beyond the questions posed from a distance, the immense emotional dimension of the problem. This affects the optical even those who in their day-elected, might choose something other than work in the "factory" and even that of who left town decades ago. And how do you overcome the impossibility of reconciling "the riu", "I poble" i "factory", three sides of the same supposedly perfect triangle that has only recently begun to crack?
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--------------------------------- PS: Inquiring about where it intends to reorient the economy to escape flixanca the current monoculture, I found a couple of things:
- a recent news about a project
hotel complex - a story directed to potential French investors (see the minutes 21-27)
