#11-m

[ferrolano-blog]

El horror no acaba en el recuerdo infausto del 11-M... Sube un peldaño más cuando se escucha a las víctimas y algunos protagonistas narrar el alto precio que pagaron por destapar el ojo tuerto de aquella mentira... por contradecir con pruebas la mentira difundida por el Gobierno de Aznar de que el autor de aquella masacre era ETA... Una radio, la COPE; un diario, El Mundo; y una televisión, Telemadrid, conformaron un ecosistema depredador con las víctimas y polarizador en lo social... Tanto la familia Paz Manjón como la Berrueta Mañas fueron acusadas poco menos que de ser los causantes de la derrota del PP en las elecciones y sufrieron insultos, acoso y amenazas que terminaron quebrándoles física y psicológicamente. A Pilar Manjón tuvieron que asignarle escolta... Rodolfo Ruiz, el comisario de Vallecas, perdió a su primera mujer por un suicidio inducido por el abandono, el acoso y las falsedades a las que tuvieron que hacer frente... y por no ocultar los errores que cometió el gobierno en la prevención de ese atentado tras la amenaza explícita realizada por Al Qaeda a España en octubre de 2003 por participar en la invasión ilegítima e ilegal de Irak... porquie el detonante indiscutible del atentado en Madrid fue la invasión de Irak. Así lo reconocen todos los informes y alarmas realizados previamente por los servicios de inteligencia... “La responsabilidad de Aznar en el 11-M todavía no ha sido clarificada”

 "Se ha escrito mucho del 11 de marzo de 2004. Del atentado y de sus irreparables daños. Incluso se ha medido el tamaño de las medias verd

[al-mayriti]

JUEVES - LA OREJA DE VAN GOGH

So, we come back to these posts with one of my favourite songs of all time (it is indeed my favourite song in Spanish at the moment). I wanted to introduce you to La Oreja de Van Gogh from a while now, because it’s one of the most iconic, influential and just plain good Spanish groups there are, and it had to be with this song. It’s not their most famous, and I’ll be talking about them in following posts, but you needed to listen to this song, also one of the most heartbreaking songs ever.

So, first of all, to understand this song I have to first talk about its context. This song is about the terrorist attacks of 11-M, our 9 / 11. I already made a post about the attacks and the song a while ago, when I had a mini-meltdown and just started crying thinking about them, but here is like a mini-recap of what happened.

At about 7:30 a.m., March 11th 2004, four bombs previously hidden in four trains of Madrid, around the station of Atocha, one of the most important stations of the city, exploded.

At first, the authorities thought the attack was perpetrated by the former terrorist group ETA, based in the Basque Country, but later that day a tape was found inside a bin with a video of ISIS claiming the attack.

There were a total of 193 deaths, making it the second most deadly terrorist attack in Europe ever.

The last three deaths were of a policeman who tried defusing a bomb in the base of the terrorists in the city of Leganés, south of Madrid, a baby born of a woman who survived the attack but somehow damaged the fetus (he only lived 48 h), and a woman who spent 10 years on a coma, and died in 2014.

The melt-down started when I dug up some more precise information of the attacks, and discovered that 2 trains were heading towards my University. They were exactly the same trains I get in everyday. And virtually everybody in my class passes through Atocha everyday on their way to University. So probably there were students, maybe even of my same faculty building, amongst the victims. Also, Leganés is where one of my best friends from University lives, and lived during the attacks. Who knows what could had happen to her? I guess it was just the implications that someone I knew could’ve have died there, even myself if I had been born before, that really fucked me up. Here are some photos of the accident (the trains are still the same I take everyday)

And here some photos of the monument that was built in Atocha station after the attack:

If you want more info, here is the English Wikipedia page (if you understand Spanish I advise you read it in that language better)

And here is a list of all the victims.

Before the cut, just wanna say that in the Music Video for this song all the people that appear are either survivors or family of the victims.

So, La Oreja de Van Gogh ( “Van Gogh’s Ear”) is probably the most iconic Spanish group from the ‘00s and beyond, they are really a cultural phenomena, and I wish they were known all over the world, because they deserve it. They are a basque group, and, as you can see here, they have had two singers (when the first one quitted and the second one started Spain was divided, it was a whole cultural crisis, we were lost tbh, it was crazy). The other members, that have always been there, are Pablo Benegas, Xabier San Martín, Haritz Garde, and Álvaro Fuentes. The singers were Amaia Montero (left) and Leire Martínez (right). Amaia was on the band since the start in 1996 til 2008, and Leire since then until now, they’re still active. Every Spanish is either Team Amaia or Team Leire, is a really personal question so I would like not to get into it, but just so you understand both sides, most of their greatest hits were with Amaia (Rosas, París, La Playa, Cuídate, Muñeca de Trapo…), but Leire is less problematic and also has had some amazing songs (Jueves, El Último Vals, Cometas Por El Cielo, La Niña Que Llora En Tus Fiestas…)

Let’s talk about “Jueves” (”Thursday”), it was the first song in the Leire Era, as it was released in 2008. It was released as a fundraiser to an association of the victims of the 11-M, but became a really big hit. The story it tells is based on the diary of one of the victims, that was writing in it just as the attack happened, found in one of the bombed trains. So yeah, when I say it is one of the heart wrenching songs ever, I mean it. Let’s go through the lyrics, keeping in mind all I’ve told you:

Si fuera más guapa y un poco más lista

If I was prettier and a bit smarter Si fuera especial, si fuera de revista

If I was special, if I was a magazine model Tendría el valor de cruzar el vagón

I would have the bravery to cross the carriage Y preguntarte quién eres.

And to ask you who you are.

Te sientas en frente y ni te imaginas

You sit in front of me and you don’t even imagine Que llevo por ti mi falta más bonita.

That for you I have my prettiest skirt on. Y al verte lanzar un bostezo al cristal

And when I see you yawning at the glass Se inundan mis pupilas.

My pupils become watery.

De pronto me miras, te miro y suspiras

Suddenly you look at me, I look at you and you sigh. Yo cierro los ojos, tú apartas la vista

I close my eyes, you look away. Apenas respiro me hago pequeñita

I am barely breathing, I become small Y me pongo a temblar

And I start shaking.

Y así pasan los días, de lunes a viernes

And the days keep coming, from monday to friday Como las golondrinas del poema de Bécquer

Like the swallows from Bécquer’s poem (1) De estación a estación enfrente tú y yo

From station to station, in front of each other you and me Va y viene el silencio.

Silence comes and goes.

De pronto me miras, te miro y suspiras

Suddenly you look at me, I look at you and you sigh. Yo cierro los ojos, tú apartas la vista

I close my eyes, you look away Apenas respiro, me hago pequeñita

I am barely breathing, I become small Y me pongo a temblar.

And I start shaking

Y entonces ocurre, despiertan mis labios

And then, it happens, my lips wake up Pronuncian tu nombre tartamudeando.

Stuttering, they say your name. Supongo que piensas que chica más tonta

I suppose you’re thinking what a stupid girl Y me quiero morir.

And I want to die.

Pero el tiempo se para y te acercas diciendo

But time stops and you get closer saying Yo no te conozco y ya te echaba de menos.

”I don’t know you and I was already missing you. Cada mañana rechazo el directo

Every morning I don’t take the direct (train) Y elijo este tren.

And I choose this train.

Y ya estamos llegando, mi vida ha cambiado

And we are getting there, my life has changed Un día especial este once de marzo.

A special day this March eleventh. Me tomas la mano, llegamos a un túnel

You take my hand, we enter a tunnel. Que apaga la luz.

That shuts off the light.

Te encuentro la cara, gracias a mis manos.

I find your face, thanks to mi hands. Me vuelvo valiente y te beso en los labios.

I become brave and I kiss you in the lips. Dices que me quieres y yo te regalo

You say you love me and I gift you El último soplo de mi corazón.

The last breathe of my heart.

1. Bécquer is one of the most important Spanish poets, he was part of the Romanticism movement, and his most famous verses are:

“Volverán las oscuras golondrinas

En tu balcón los nidos a colgar”

Which translates to:

“The dark swallows will come back

To hang in your balcony their nests”

It means that the time will pass, and it is specifically a Spring reference.

Holy shit I have a heart ache now. That was painful god. Fun fact, I used to love this song when I was a kid, I just thought it was a sweet love song, and I didn’t understood the last verse, I assumed it was like a poetic figure or some shit like that, and a couple of years ago I found out the true meaning of it and now I love it even better.

I hope you liked it

[franchufeuillassier]

15 years ago today...

[royal-hair]

11-M

I’ll never forget the time when I had chickenpox. It was 15 years ago, I was watching tv at night with my family and my skin felt very itchy..and then we knew it was chickenpox (my sister had it a week before that)

Why I’m telling you this? Because 15 years ago I didn’t went to high school and didn’t see all the chaos. And I’m very thankful for that.

My high school was between the train stations El Pozo and Santa Eugenia and many students from different neighborhoods around came to study there, but that morning not everybody arrived.

That morning my aunt, grandpa and many others called us while I was still in bed, my mom had not a clue why all of them were calling and asking if my sister and I were ok, if nothing happened to us. That’s when my mom and I turned on the tv and saw it. Atocha, El Pozo and Santa Eugenia stations were bombed at 7:00 / 8:30 AM. When everybody took the train to go to work or to school. We had the worst terrorist attack in Spain and Europe’s history that morning, March 11th 2004. 11-M.

That’s why I’ll never forget that 15 years ago I had chickenpox, that I was at home when almost 200 persons were killed, that I didn’t see the anguish in my teachers and fellow students’ eyes (but my sister did and told me that some were crying and wanting to go home).

At that time I used to take the train 2 times a week and after the bombings and I tried to be strong, but I felt sick everytime I stepped into one. You know how I felt when I stopped in 2 of those 3 stations? I can’t describe it. Atocha is the central station that connects every line and is always full of people…it was full of people that morning and I can’t erase the images of those terrible bombings…

That’s my story, and I’m glad that I’m able to write about it, because 192 persons can’t.

This is not hair nor royal related, but this is very important for me, because every year I can’t stop thinking of it...it happened 15 years ago and it feels it was yesterday.

[grungeouttakesabstracts]

In remembrance

One of many impromptu memorials that appeared in the days after the terrorist bombings at Atocha Station (of March 11, 2004).

Atocha Station. Madrid, Spain - 3/13/04

[seraimstories]

Jueves – La oreja de Van Gogh

De todas las chicas, la más bonita; ella era especial, era algo distinta. Armado en valor crucé el vagón y llegó mi parada.

Me siento en frente y ni te imaginas que solo con ver esa falda tan bonita escogería este tren, por verte otra vez; tú alegras mis días.

De pronto te miro, y suspiro si miras. Cierras los ojos, yo aparto la vista. El corazón encoge, las piernas tiritan; y me pongo a temblar.

Y así pasan los días, de lunes a viernes, como las madreselvas del poema de Bécquer; de estación a estación, enfrente tú y yo, va y viene el silencio.

De pronto te miro, y suspiro si miras. Cierras los ojos, yo aparto la vista. El corazón encoge, las piernas tiritan; y me pongo a temblar.

El tiempo se para, no estás en tu sitio; por ser un cobarde, sé que te he perdido. Desde atrás te siento, qué tonto he sido; me quiero morir.

Y entonces ocurre, despierta el tiempo. “Yo no te conozco y ya te echaba de menos. Cada mañana rechazo el directo y elijo este tren”.

Ya estamos llegando, mi vida a cambiado; un día especial, este once de marzo. Te tomo la mano, llegamos a un túnel que apaga la luz.

Te busco a tientas, me encuentran tus manos. Me besas en los labios, confieso que te amo. Siento en tu aliento un sabor amargo. Cierro los ojos, me dejo morir.

_Seraím

[al-mayriti]

I have to talk about this song, because I have listened and loved it for a long time (in fact is my favourite song of the band) but just today I learned its true meaning. And I think the world needs to know It too.

This song is about 11-M. I encourage you to search for it, but basically it was like the Spanish 9/11. On March 11, 2008, a train in Atocha station (Madrid) suffered an islamic terrorist attack.

Amongst what was left of the train, they discovered a diary of a girl that had found love that day on that train, just before her life was taken away. This song, "Jueves" (which means "Thursday", the day of the attack) tells the story of that girl.

About the music video, everyone that appears on it is either a survivor or a relative of a victim of the attack.

I've traslated the lyrics below, please feel free to correct me, as English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy It!

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If I were prettier and a bit smarter,

If I were special, if I were on a magazine,

I would have the courage to cross the carriage and to ask you who you were.

You sit in front of me, and you can't even imagine

That I'm wearing my prettiest skirt for you,

And that as I see how you yawn by the glass [of the window]

My pupils get wet.

CHORUS:

Suddenly you look at me,

I look at you and you sigh.

I close my eyes and you look the other way

I am nearly not breathing,

I become smaller,

And I start shaking.

And like that the days pass

From Monday to Friday

Like the swallows of Bécquer's poem.

Station to station, in front of each other you and me

Silence comes and goes.

CHORUS

And then it happens,

My lips awake

And pronounce your name stuttering.

I suppose you are thinking:

"What a stupid girl".

And I want to die.

But time stops

And you come closer saying:

"I don't even know you and I was already missing you.

Every morning I turn down the direct [train]

And I choose this train".

And we are near the station,

My life has changed,

A special day this March 11th.

You take my hand

We enter a tunnel

And lights turn off.

I discover your face thanks to my hands,

I become brave and I kiss you in the lips.

You say that you love me,

And I gift you with

The last breath of my heart.

[filodendron63]