Sad birthday

Today, May 24, is a year of that fateful day when everything began to twist.

A year has passed and nothing has been done, nothing at all; At the most it has been concluded, sometimes badly, what had begun others. However, if we begin to lose a good part of the city's hallmarks.

Forgetting the unfair treatment that the Association of Meigas receives and with it all those who, for years, worked, for nothing, for the San Juan Coruña, or the systematic change of street names, other things have been staying in the path.

The Regional House Contest that gave so much life to the center in the month of August; The taurine Fair, despite the fact that it was a minority group that protested it and meant an additional expense to the city; The patron saint festivities of the Rosary because they are linked to a religious celebration; The joy of the Christmas holidays with the city adorned with a multitude of multicolored lights that were noticeably reduced; Holy Week without support and with prohibitions of participation; The Role of the Vow turned into a lay caricature of the I want and I can not.

Our dear city have become sad, without illusion, with fear of reprisals; Neglected, with gardens where they can graze goats and sheep; Assembly. A city where class and style have been hidden in a closed chest with seven keys. A city penalty.

Today is a day to evoke with sadness why we are in mourning.