However, nor they are so many as it seems, nor are all that one wanted, nor their readers are unequivocally of agreement and so I write. I am so conscious of it, that some of my habitual columns of opinion take allusive names to that condition: Out of play , To crosscurrent and if it does not have more expressions of that tenor is because my other collaborations lack section title, that if not It is truth that to one history has taken contrapi. Been born during the Francoism, I was against him since I had use of political reason. As also I conserve in good forms my memory, nonmemory that many of the sandstone of now, of the new conversos leftists, would militate in that one fight in which we did who it we played the type. Without being affiliate to no party and, indeed, not to be it, I could serve to the democratic cause in Bilbao, first, and in Barcelona, later, in action that is not thing to detail now. Two notes, only.
One, that my Barcelonian address welcomed the first conversations clandestine for the Red fusion of Flag and the PSUC. Another one, that later I militated during two year and a half in the resulting party of that fusion most effective in the right fight antifrancoist until one week before the first democratic elections, in June of 1977. Finished the dictatorship already, why to exert of politician, when one is not done for the partisan discipline? Sleeplessness these privacies stops here to regret to me them neither, the less still, to be conceited don’t mention it. Only, to reinforce that idea that one goes to crosscurrent, collection in the title of this book. Now it happens to me the other way around. What one takes they are the sandstone to the violet, that is to say, the people whom its personal lack of values confuses with the progresismo, the inanidad of its beliefs, the unwarranted critic to the concord, social La Paz and the right to express of those who do not think like them and democratic others memeces seudo.