Inevitable emigrationA Story by txutxeJuana and her family have to move to Barcelona seeking for a better way of life. The deep economical problems that Spain is going through in the 70's leave them no other choice but to emigrate.As
summer approaches, fourteen-years-old Juana starts to wonder how many
toads she will be able to capture this year from the backyard's pond.
The previous one was the best she recalls, with a total amount of
seventy-nine and an absolute record of twelve in a very wet and yet
sunny afternoon. Without
much time to enjoy her success, her mind takes her to her early
childhood, when friends and relatives from near cities would come to
spend their holidays. However, this has not been the case for the last
three or four years. This
is 1974 in the South of Spain. Franco is about to die and things seem
to be opening up on its own. The international isolation (only broken by
US military interests) that stroke Spain for many years after the end
of WWII seems to have been left behind long ago. Nonetheless, many
regions of Spain have never benefit from Progress. On
the contrary, the South and specially the South-East of Spain has not
received much public investment for decades and, in addition, severe
droughts during more than a decade have worsened the economical
situation of the whole region beyond the point of no recovery. Juana's
family has always managed to get by. They have land where they grow
several kinds of vegetables, which later try to sell in the weekly
street market, and they also have some cattle. Land has become cheaper
and cheaper after every drought and Juana's father used to think that
buying as many lands as possible would guarantee enough fertile land to
be able to continue his business. Things, however, are about to change
dramatically. Land
is, in fact, cheap, but not free at all, and the family has to keep
asking for more money as the money from sales does not flow in and they
barely have enough to pay the interests of the loans. Juana's
best friend had stopped spending summers in the countryside since 1970.
She was born in the same street as Juana still lives, but she had later
moved to a city located half-way between there and Madrid. Her father
was appointed chief of sales, in 1969, of a company which was eagering
to expand through Europe after the blockade was being broken into
pieces. He
really loved living in a peaceful environment and tried to go to work
from there every day, but he soon realized that it was not sustainable
since he would arrive later at night every week. At first, he decided to
keep the house in that small village, but by the end of 1971 they had
already sold it and never came back or bothered to let people know they
were alive. Others
followed the same steps during those harsh years. People moved
massively and very fast to medium-size cities which were at least two
hours away by car, like they had become aware, overnight, that the
Apocalypse was coming and the earth they were walking on would start
collapsing in that very same place and they would fall into the Hell
they had heard about in every Sunday Mass. Not
only were people struggling for survival, but they were also bored of
that little place with no possibilities to ever have half of the
commodities of modern life. With no more than ten houses with a phone
line, no cinema, no library, just a couple of very small convenience
stores, and a church, inhabitants could either go to the only bar there
was (outside the village but the only one in kilometres) and try to keep
their limited social life or get someone with a car to take them to a
more civilized city. At
the end of the day, there was only two sides. For many it was either
too late or too scary to pack their belongings and try, without
guarantees, to make a living elsewhere. For others, though, it was the
only way out. Despite
of the desperate situation, Juana's father was not someone who could
easily admit defeat. For several months before The Big Decision, he had
tried to keep up appearances for the sake and happiness of the whole
family, like someone could judge them for closing down a dying business
in an economy nobody would dare invest, and specially after having spent
all his life savings at times were no new loans were granted. His
son and daughter were way too young to acknowledge anything serious
going on in the family, while his wife was playing the role everyone was
expecting her to play. She had been well trained to believe whatever
her father, or later her husband, said. Actually, she had never left the
village she was born and lived in for forty years. A
common belief in that society was that if things were never discussed,
problems would never arise and fights would never take place. Therefore,
no matter how unhappy everybody was, they would still be able to go out
to the street and boast about their happy family. She
never went to school because she was only two when the Civil War
started and had to work home helping her mother, from the age of seven
until she got married. One
evening, Juana's father gathered the whole family in the living room.
Even though he had been preparing a speech for days, everything he was
about to say was a lie, and that embarrassing situation made him sweat
and shake. Juana
was on the sofa playing comfortably with her favourite doll and Pablo,
his brother, was on the floor, on his knees, watching through the big
window how some birds were waiting outside for his mother to give them
some pieces of bread. They
were not only brother and sister, but they were twins and had always
shared a special something. Nothing to do with one hearing the thoughts
of the other one, not like that, but they were still able to sort of
feel the other's emotions. When
their father said that they were moving to a town near Barcelona in a
few weeks, Juana found the announcement of no interest at all. After
all, what could be worse than a place with no one to play with, not even
his brother who was quite aggressive playing games and would hurt her
most of the times; specially after losing although he had set the rules
to make sure he would win. Pablo
did react according to his personality. His mother tried to make him
behave, at the same time she was still in shock for the unexpected news.
Thanks to her years of training justifying her husband's actions, she
explained with a calm and sweet tone of voice that his father and she
had decided to make this big step to make their lives even better than
it had ever been. In
fact, the twins had been happy enough in comparison to other kids they
knew. The family business, which didn't buy them any luxury, was able to
make enough money during decades to keep them just above the level of
poverty that many people were stuck in. For example, Juana received a
brand new doll (her only and favourite doll ever) for his tenth
birthday, while other girls in the village had to play with their
mother's or grandmother’s, or make their own using pieces from old
clothes. After
Juana's initial indifference, and just about the same time her brother
started to manifest his disagreement with the decision, a sudden chill
went down her spine. Strangely
enough, they had never talked about this strange connection, not even
to each other, perhaps for fear of being looked upon as a strange kid
who spends too much time catching insects and small animals around the
house. Nevertheless,
Juana felt that her brother's outrageous behaviour was imminent, which
allowed her to turn the head towards him and not miss a single movement.
Pablo
and his mother went out to breathe some fresh air, they both needed
some. She was trying to keep herself together while trying to come out
with something nice to say to his son, as she always did. His father
would never care about his problems or try to calm him down, he was just
too busy or tired to deal with that. Meanwhile,
the father, given that neither of the people outside the house were
really interested in the details, tried to explain Juana the sequence of
successes that had pushed him into making this decision. Juana
was not really interested either. She was still trying to understand
why her brother was crying like that, in a similar way to the time when
their grandmother died. What was she missing? Did he like a girl she
didn't know about? Although Pablo was not crying next to her, her brain
only paid attention to him. From time to time, she would hear her
father's voice on the background. The
father probably knew as well that Juana was not even trying to listen,
but, after all, she was always like that. She would never seem worried,
bothered or angry for anything. At school, kids never made fun of her,
as it was no use, nothing seemed to affect her. The
only problem she had at school was with her teachers. One of them,
Mario, was specially obsessed with her. He tried to figure out what,
according to him, the underlying problem was. He was convinced that she
was able to do much better in subjects like reading or maths. Juana
failed very few exams through all her schools years, but Mario still
thought that she was too slow when doing some exercises. Unfortunately,
he achieved nothing by pushing her into doing things like extra
exercises at home. The key factor was that no one would actually help
her, so she would do things at her own pace. Juana's
father still felt that he had to develop his speech as he had planned,
whatever the circumstances. It was silly, obviously, but this way no one
could tell him that he had rushed the family into a fast and insane
decision that would presumably change their lives. It was not his
problem if someone refused to listen to his explanation. He
told Juana that he had been offered a job as a manager in a company
which was about to start exporting different kinds of vegetables and
fruits to France and Germany. The excellent way he and his ancestors had
driven the business for more than eighty years had finally paid off.
One day, a man approached him ,while he was telling off an employee for
having arrived late, and told him he had travelled from Barcelona
specially to make him a proposal he could not refuse. He would earn more
money than ever and they all would live near a city with all the
advantages related to it. The
only problem with this fantastic offer was that hi and his whole family
were expected to leave immediately and start working in the company the
very following Monday. On a very hot afternoon, on 27th
June 1974, the four of them started their journey to Barcelona from a
nearby train station. It took them two entire days to get there, as they
spent a night in Madrid, since this was the cheapest way to travel.
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Added on July 7, 2011 Last Updated on July 7, 2011 Tags: south spain, barcelona, emigration, recession, countryside |