Like so many photos already mentioned and described on this page, today, also hangs on one wall of my house along with many others that maybe someday or maybe not, "leaving it up to any of the subjects. The
today is one of my favorites, unlike the others discussed in this humble publication, which is shown above, catches us all much more closely, for two basic reasons. Its author is English, and is being shown in it, at first glance, the figure of a child on a group of people-shows at the bottom, which was an important moment in the history of this country-Spain- . To make matters worse, is a relatively recent image that reflects the brand's most important political change in recent decades.
The photo in question was taken one day in 1976, one of the demonstrations for democracy, this snapshot was taken by a leading photographer, a man who was able to portray the English transition as few, or rather, as one, and then begin working with less than eighteen years to Europa Press, went to take pictures on request, for entertainment and the world of cinema, both English and American. His name is Cesar Lucas, and has recently retired after fifty years behind a camera.
But let's get the picture and what it evokes, which in the end, that's the job of the photo and that made it, you know, this office to observe and show others what they see, that job is be assessed, as must also assess the reporters today, put their lives at war war or natural disaster, a catastrophe natural, to become our eyes and show us what happens in the far side of the globe.
I said, the photo is located on a street indeterminate, a city of our Cain undetermined country. Madrid possibly everyone to think what he wants, so here is the least of it would be another picture of a demonstration in pursuit of freedom, democracy or the legalization of certain political parties, but except for one thing different, an element that gives it that touch of sufficiency and that has made him stay in the photographic collections of the twentieth century. The multitude of heads of anonymous people, and on the shoulders of his father, stands a boy of no more of six or seven years, with blond hair and fists.
The photo is an ode to freedom, the idea of \u200b\u200bchange from a somewhat unusual situation in a country supposedly evolved, showing the transformation of this country, and the possibility of investing this in a more hopeful future, where all had rights and obligations, where everyone could choose what they wanted to be and have. It was that time where you put the images of English life between black and white and color. The moment in which young people had the opportunity to take his favorite records of Joan Manuel Serrat and the Chilean Victor Jara without having to risk their freedom, or they could leave to buy under the counter and inquiring gaze of the statue of Cascorro, books with tens of Violeta Parra and the love poems of Pablo Neruda and loneliness. Where you could go to listen to the songs quietly disappeared group La Mandragora, in the antrum, also disappeared, "the same name, where Joaquín Sabina, Javier Krahe and Alberto Pérez, began to make his first public appearances, without fear that Gray will bring forth out of the race there.
But the reality was not as pretty, as it never is reality, "as surely as Cesar Lucas took this snapshot of the smiling boy on the shoulders of his father, it is likely that somewhere in the city a Gunmen, bloody puppets manipulated like other more powerful individuals, cleaned and polished the guns taken out, to be assassinated a year later, some labor lawyers at 55 Atocha Street. Without knowing too, that by then, most likely, a group of lazy olive green uniform, they sought a scapegoat for the perpetrators of the coup of 81 February.
Now, while taking a cut and I write these lines in the central coffee Nuncio in Spain's capital, I imagine this child thirty-four years later. Sitting at home, with his gray hair and their entries in a straight hair, and his little belly emerging above the belt. Spain observing and analyzing the current, tired, jaded, disillusioned with what he sees every day and seeing so far on whether the country he and his father once dreamed of, and left behind, as far as the French May and sand under the cobblestones. Because of a stale political class and illiterate, a political class that in some cases, changed his shirt embroidered blue suit and red tie, but not his thought. And on the other, has changed the ideas of Paul Church, for a vacation in the Bahamas and a high-powered German car. Together, the two groups after each session, to eat at the table, patting on the back and bragging of what they've done to this country, our country.
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