Seguro que muchos de aquellos que han tenido la suerte de visitar Estambul han estado alojados en la zona de Sultanameth, llena a rabiar de hoteles, hostales y albergues juveniles. Se trata del área más turística de Estambul, histórica, impresionante, grandiosa y muy cerca del mar, confluencia entre el estrecho del Bósforo y el Mar de Mármara. Aquí yacen muchos kilómetros de paseo bordeando el mar. Esta zona es ideal para atrapar un buen bronceado. Sin embargo no pierdan el tiempo buscando la playa en el sentido tal y como la conocemos, porque no se toparán con ella por mucho que la busquen. Este paseo está separado del mar por bastas rocas. Aha ! Esta es "la playa" que deberías buscar ! Alejáte un poco del comienzo de este paseo, a la salida de los jardines del Top Kapi Palace, con mucha gente, un poco sucio y maloliente y piedras bastante irregulares. Anda un poco, aproximadamente entre 15-20 minutos y encontrarás largas piedras casi planas, muy poca gente, y con vistas impresionantes al estrecho del Bósforo (ver la foto). Aquí puedes tomar el sol tranquilamente durante todo el tiempo que quieras. Además, un chapuzón también es posible, sin ningún peligro, y con los enormes cargos desfilando justo delante de ti. Enjoy it !
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
A year off. New period.

More than a year has passed by since I wrote for the last time in this blog. The main reason was the end of my PhD. This is a very hard period, which many of the Dr. will understand very well. After that successful period I decided to take few months off to travel and learn a lot about the world. The experience has been extremely positive. I found many great things and people in my trips. Then I started working again in a new place, looked for a new house... More than a year has passed by.
In this new period of my blog I want to mainly write about my trips. Not only what I did or what beautiful monuments I saw, but rather than that my idea is giving tips based on my own experience, advices which you likely won't find in any other touristic guide. Welcome to this new period of my blog. I hope you like it !
In this new period of my blog I want to mainly write about my trips. Not only what I did or what beautiful monuments I saw, but rather than that my idea is giving tips based on my own experience, advices which you likely won't find in any other touristic guide. Welcome to this new period of my blog. I hope you like it !
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Una bonita ruta pel Sud-Oest de Turquia

Com la majoria, comencarem la nostra aventura en Estambul, una ciutat d'unes dimensions difícils a imaginar. Des de l'aeroport es pot agafar el metro, que et pot portar fins a l'estació d'autobusos (Otogar) o prop del centre (Aksaray). Nosaltres vam arrivar fins a l'Otogar, ja que volíem anar directes a Izmir. Allí preparat per a ser abordat per molts turcs, que aparentment volen ajudar-te a trobar un bitllet. Fins i tot intentaran ajudar-te amb el teu equipatge. Es pot fer fastigós. El objectiu es que lis dones una propina (amb 5 TYL deuria ser suficient, encara que ells et demanaran més). Existeix una gran quantitat de companyies de bus. Les més eficients son Ulusoy i Varan. Son més cares que les altres, però no molt més, i et portaran en un bus d'un comfort, que difícilment trobaràs al teu païs!
Izmir; resulta impressionant la bahía tan gran que té. D'un extrem a l'altre transcurreixen molt kilòmetres, de forma que hi han mini-vaixells qui tallen pel mig, fent el camí molt més curt. Primera impressió: a l'Universitat no deixen barrejar nois amb noies. Deuen dormir en edificis separats, qui a més estan vigilats! Al centre es pot menjar acceptablement per menys de 5 euros! Després es pot fer la festa a un dels múltiples garitos nocturns que existeixen. A part del centre, resulta interessant agafar el telefèric i pujar fins a l'alt de la muntanya. La vista és fabulosa! També és de visita obligada el centre de Mevlana i, si fa molta calor, passar una vesprada al Aquapark d'Izmir.
D'Izmir podem dirigir-nos cap a Ozdere, una ciutat que no tindria res d'especial si no fora per les seues platges! Té uns bons kilòmetres al costat del mar, així com calitas d'aigua transparent. La ciutat és ideal per anar de compres, ja que els preus son molt reduïts i es pot trobar tota mena de souvenirs que cerquem. Prop d'Ozdere estan Ephesus i Sirince. Ephesus és una antiga ciutat romana. Resulta impressionant constatar la grandària d'aquesta antiga ciutat i vore la quantitat de ruïnes que hi han, amb un gran teatre romà. El dia es pot tancar amb una degustació de vins a Sirince, petit poble però molt acogedor i on pots comprar un souvenir dins una de les múltiples tendes qui hi han pel turista. Els preus poden generalment negociar-se!
El següent puesto, anant una mica cap al Sud, és donar-se una volta per Kusadasi. Aquest és un lloc molt turístic, on els preus s'incrementen considerablement, encara que és pot dormir a un hotel amb vistes al mar i amb desdejuni per només 6 euros! Per tenir una bona vista aura que pujar fins a la estàtua d'Ataturk. Però atenció, per anar allí tindrem que passar pels més modests blocs de vivendes, algunes molt pobres. Sense cap dubte, això crida l'atenció dels habitants d'aquella àrea. Et trobaràs normalment desbordat per molts xiquets que et portaran fins a la estàtua. Els crits i el alborot podríem fer-te sentir insegur! Durant el dia no deuria haver cap problema, ja que els homes estan treballant al poble, però millor anar amb companyia... Després es pot anar a una de les platges de Kusadasi. Generalment son molt petites i estan plenes plenes de gent. Es pot acabar el dia per una visita, més tranquil·la, al vell castell.

Pròxima parada: Tire, ara si, prepara't a viure la Turquia tradicional . Val la pena barrejar-se amb la cultura popular, comprar al bazar, fumar la pipa a un bar, anar al barber, visitar el carrers centrals... (llegir el blog baix). El final de la ruta ens pot portar a llocs més coneguts. El nostre camp podem plantar-ho a Fethiye. Però de camí (encara que no exactament), visita obligada a Pamukkale. És increïble. Si be també posseig moltes ruïnes, amb un teatre encara més impressionant que el de Ephesus, tot això es veu eclipsat pels banys naturals d'aigua carregada amb oxid-càlcic. Resulta impressionant, encara que uns anys darrere hi havia molta més aigua i tot el mon podia banyar-se. Ara només es pot fer dans certs piscines que es troben camí del descens...
Fethiye és conegut per les seues platges. El més tradicional és rentar un vaixell (12 islands trip), que et portarà fins a unes cales d'aigues transparents i on pots fer una banyada. A més els vaixells venen equipats d'un bon equip de música i de restaurant, que et farà sentir-te com un rei per algunes hores! A una hora de Fethiye en bus es troba Saklikent, un altre puesto molt conegut ja que aquí es pot trobar un paratge natural impressionant. Manantial natural d'aigües, es pot passejar per unes gargantes molt estretas al mateix temps que chapotant aigua barrejada amb terrissa i que diuen molt sa! L'altre puesto obligat és Dalyan. D'aquí es pot anar fins a les platges d'Oludeniz, inclòs el Blue Lagoon, un lloc imposant, on les altes muntanyes arriven fins a la mateixa vorera del mar i el llac i, formen un lloc molt bonic. Per passar al Blue Lagoon es deu pagar un petita entrada. Per acabar el periple en el Sud-Oest de Turquia es pot agafar un altre vaixell qui et portarà dins un parc natural de canyes, on si tens molta sort podràs vore una tortuga, passaràs per les Rocky Tombs i et portarà fins altres platges molt boniques fins al migdia. Després un restaurant pel camí i parada final als banys de terrissa. Allí flotaràs en la terrissa, encara que el olor siga molt dolent, com a ou podrit! No obstant la terrissa amb les aigües termals deurien deixar-te la pell molt suau...
Aquest trajecte es pot fer en dos setmanes, encara que siga intens val la pena i farà del teu viatge pel Sud-Oest de Turquia un viatge inolvidable !
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Tire, straight to the traditional Turkey

This is the first time I step on turkish lands and honestly, it has caused an important feeling on myself. Let's forget the touristic Turkey, with sandy beaches, transparent waters and done up for 'the rich tourist'. Instead let's get deep into the turkish lifestyle and let's gonna spend some days in some traditional cities, such as Ozdere or Tire. Tire is a small city, with a population of less than 50.000 people.
It is a very conservative, muslim town. The first cultural shock was when girls of our group were asked by our turkish friends to wear moderate clothes, nothing of low-cut shirts or mini-skirts. It is not banned, but it respects the local dress-style. Actually, the superiority of men, at women's detriment, it is still imposed at this town. Women wear mostly shawl, only a few of them work, they are prohibited to go to bars, which are men-exclusive. Previous agreement with the owner of a very centrally situated bar, we got into one of these bars with the girls of our group. We could check the complains of some old men, but that was all... In these bars men smoke water-pipes, drink a turkish coffee or thee, or just look what is going on outside. If you try to find accomodation with a large group of people in a public institution (such as the University), be ready to be separated in different building boys and girls, with the impossibility to adventure incursion at women's building, which is surveilled...
At this city, as in many others around, the most ancient jobs can still be contemplated: horseshoe-maker, carpet and handmade gift makers and specially it results relatively easy to find a barber! Yes, they are practically extinguished in Western-Europe, but in Turkey is pretty easy to find them. Some of us got a raze-shave. Wow! How much would you pay for a delicate hand shave, included face creams, perfumes, hairbrush, taking away ugly face hairs, tidy the neck hair contour, face massage and if you are lucky, as I was, shoulder and arms massage simultaneously by three persons? Furthermore, turkish coffee and cigarette included. Well, I'd probably pay around 10 euros. We just paid 2.5 TYL (1.2 euros) !!!
Turkish bazar are like our street markets. However they are specially good concerning spices, fruits and vegetables. Prices result derisory for western-europe citizens. For example, for a few saffron threads we'd pay around 1 euro. In Tire we got for the same price natural saffron enough for cooking for at least two years. A kilo of excellent quality apricots or cherries cost also 1 euro. And what to say about items of clothes... Markets are, moreover, popular and very big for the town size. Everything is negotiable not only in markets, but at every regular shop. At the moment that shopkeepers notice you are foreigner they might try to benefit by increasing the price of the item. A friend of mine paid 1.5 TYL for a half-liter EFES bier in a normal shop. Three minutes later I had to pay 2.5 TYL for the same bier in the same place. Worth anyway!
In general people results to be very cordial. The Tire major welcomed us in his office and asked us about our opinion of what could be improved in the city. Local people use to look at you as if you were a sort of alien. Don't take it badly, since they are not used to see people like us. It is also remarkable the amount of inhabited buildings which are not completely finished, or those which only the framework is build up! The lack of money seems to be the main reason, but a tax trick seems also to be behind this. Traffic is wild, no rules, no clear traffic signs, people loves tooting horns all around...
Turkish celebrate boys circumcision in style. The boy, dressed with traditional clothes, is driven through the city with half of his body off the window, while everybody waves and toot car-horns. A food-music party follows this ritual. Turkish love natural yogurth in every meal. Don't miss Ayran, a sort of salty milk, which however is healthy and particularly I found pleasant.
If it is the first time you get into a muslim country, you'll be astonished by the imam chants at every mosque. They do it five times per day during a few minutes and the chant can be listened all around the neighbourhood. Specially charming seems to hear it at 5:00 AM, when there are no other background noises, from the top of a Tire hill, with the echo of all different chants. Really astonishing and beauty. Maybe those who live next to a mosque do not share this opinion...
Don't waste your time looking for a bowl water, meaning that place where you sit down, maybe read the journal or smoke a cigarette and has as objective defecate. Usually you'll come across a hole and a water jug, which is supposed to be used to clean your bottom. With what? Guess it... A final curiosity of this peculiar city: old men play also a game, which combines features of marbles and 'petanca' game, and supposed to have the origen in Spain.
My opinion is that nothing can result charmer than spend a few days under real turkish life. You'll get a strong impression of many things, you may have the feeling of going back 30 years back on time, but you may love it and will help you to appreciate all that you possess.
It is a very conservative, muslim town. The first cultural shock was when girls of our group were asked by our turkish friends to wear moderate clothes, nothing of low-cut shirts or mini-skirts. It is not banned, but it respects the local dress-style. Actually, the superiority of men, at women's detriment, it is still imposed at this town. Women wear mostly shawl, only a few of them work, they are prohibited to go to bars, which are men-exclusive. Previous agreement with the owner of a very centrally situated bar, we got into one of these bars with the girls of our group. We could check the complains of some old men, but that was all... In these bars men smoke water-pipes, drink a turkish coffee or thee, or just look what is going on outside. If you try to find accomodation with a large group of people in a public institution (such as the University), be ready to be separated in different building boys and girls, with the impossibility to adventure incursion at women's building, which is surveilled...
At this city, as in many others around, the most ancient jobs can still be contemplated: horseshoe-maker, carpet and handmade gift makers and specially it results relatively easy to find a barber! Yes, they are practically extinguished in Western-Europe, but in Turkey is pretty easy to find them. Some of us got a raze-shave. Wow! How much would you pay for a delicate hand shave, included face creams, perfumes, hairbrush, taking away ugly face hairs, tidy the neck hair contour, face massage and if you are lucky, as I was, shoulder and arms massage simultaneously by three persons? Furthermore, turkish coffee and cigarette included. Well, I'd probably pay around 10 euros. We just paid 2.5 TYL (1.2 euros) !!!
Turkish bazar are like our street markets. However they are specially good concerning spices, fruits and vegetables. Prices result derisory for western-europe citizens. For example, for a few saffron threads we'd pay around 1 euro. In Tire we got for the same price natural saffron enough for cooking for at least two years. A kilo of excellent quality apricots or cherries cost also 1 euro. And what to say about items of clothes... Markets are, moreover, popular and very big for the town size. Everything is negotiable not only in markets, but at every regular shop. At the moment that shopkeepers notice you are foreigner they might try to benefit by increasing the price of the item. A friend of mine paid 1.5 TYL for a half-liter EFES bier in a normal shop. Three minutes later I had to pay 2.5 TYL for the same bier in the same place. Worth anyway!

In general people results to be very cordial. The Tire major welcomed us in his office and asked us about our opinion of what could be improved in the city. Local people use to look at you as if you were a sort of alien. Don't take it badly, since they are not used to see people like us. It is also remarkable the amount of inhabited buildings which are not completely finished, or those which only the framework is build up! The lack of money seems to be the main reason, but a tax trick seems also to be behind this. Traffic is wild, no rules, no clear traffic signs, people loves tooting horns all around...
Turkish celebrate boys circumcision in style. The boy, dressed with traditional clothes, is driven through the city with half of his body off the window, while everybody waves and toot car-horns. A food-music party follows this ritual. Turkish love natural yogurth in every meal. Don't miss Ayran, a sort of salty milk, which however is healthy and particularly I found pleasant.
If it is the first time you get into a muslim country, you'll be astonished by the imam chants at every mosque. They do it five times per day during a few minutes and the chant can be listened all around the neighbourhood. Specially charming seems to hear it at 5:00 AM, when there are no other background noises, from the top of a Tire hill, with the echo of all different chants. Really astonishing and beauty. Maybe those who live next to a mosque do not share this opinion...
Don't waste your time looking for a bowl water, meaning that place where you sit down, maybe read the journal or smoke a cigarette and has as objective defecate. Usually you'll come across a hole and a water jug, which is supposed to be used to clean your bottom. With what? Guess it... A final curiosity of this peculiar city: old men play also a game, which combines features of marbles and 'petanca' game, and supposed to have the origen in Spain.
My opinion is that nothing can result charmer than spend a few days under real turkish life. You'll get a strong impression of many things, you may have the feeling of going back 30 years back on time, but you may love it and will help you to appreciate all that you possess.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Un España-Francia de la copa del mundo, desde Francia...
No tengo que volver a recordar el resultado del partido de ayer, todos lo conocemos, todos lo hemos visto una y otra vez en todos y cada uno de los medios de comunicación existentes. Lo que sin embargo la mayoría no saben es lo que significa vivir en Francia, tener muchos amigos franceses, ser un futbolero, y tener que vivir la derrota del equipo español rodeado por los cuatro costados de franceses... Desde ayer a las 22:58h hasta esta mañana a las 11:25 he recibido ni más ni menos que 16 llamadas, 13 SMS y 8 mails por el famoso partido... El calvario empieza en la casa de mi amigo Francesc, en plena Toulouse, donde unos 35, mezclados entre españoles y franceses, nos juntamos para ver los octavos de final de la copa del mundo. Al final del partido comienzan las primeras "felicitaciones" entre sarcásticos cánticos de "que viva España, lalala...". Y a partir de ese momento el teléfono no para de sonar y sonar... Más y más felicitaciones... Al principio uno aguanta pero poco a poco te empiezan a tocar los xxxx. De camino con mi coche español hacia la emblemática Place St.Pierre de Toulouse, decenas de coches me hacen luces, me tocan el pito, me cantan en los semáforos... bufffff... Por suerte dejo el coche algo alejado de la susodicha plaza, donde me reúno con unos amigos. Más y más franceses siguen felicitándome... Al cabo de media hora decido volver a casa, tanta Marseillaise, tanto chovinismo empieza a hacerme sentir mal... El que es futbolero, siente esto como un duro golpe, y viviendo en Francia el efecto se cuatriplica...
Hoy en el trabajo más de lo mismo, prácticamente no he conseguido trabajar en todo el día, todo el mundo viene a verme, tooooodo el mundo desfila por delante de mi oficina... Me cuelgan un gallito francés en la puerta... ¡Buffff, qué día, qué día...! J'en ai marre !!!
En el fondo nos lo tenemos merecido, desde el primer partido nos auto-proclamábamos campeones del mundo, el mejor equipo del mundial. Desde los periódicos deportivos españoles se le estaba jubilando a Zidane, y el último gol de Zizou en el último minuto hace daño, mucho daño, pone el dedo en la herida... Menos "chambrer", menos caperucitas... El supertoro español se ha quedado otra vez en ovejita, algún día entenderemos que hay que ser humilde y que esto del fútbol no es tan sólo jugar con el pecho bien hacia afuera.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
The game of selling militar patrol boats and transport planes

And finally they got an agreement... Spain is going to sell military material to Venenzuela. And I don't say construct, because the most important components, engine and avionics, will be done in Germany and France. Spain will have the honour to mount all the structure of the planes and boats and, become commissioners of French and Germans. We not even use our right to fabricate high-tech components, not for this deal, but for a really big contract with Airbus.
Zapatero, once more, has been able to use his delicate exquisiteness to put us against EEUU, as he did when, childlike, he didn't get up when the American flag passed in front of his face in Madrid. But despite this, despite that anti-Americanism which he proudly shows off, despite his unique skills to break sharply the relations with the most powerful economy of the globe, despite that, I have to get up and dedicate a noisy clap to the current Spanish government. They have been able to hold and achieve an important contract, which will create several hundreds of employments and will give life for a few years else to some Spanish shipyards.
However, when I look further I wonder if it is really such a good deal: The diplomatic relations with EEUU are getting even colder, altough Moratinos has the rudeness to say that they are fluid and better than ever. Instead we earn 'democratic' friends like Chavez and Castro. American investments, which suppose the 6% of the PIB, are held up and difficult to envisage new ones (as example remember what happened with the boycott to the Catalan cava).
Is it that good ? Bravo Zapatero ...
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Mum, what do I wear tomorrow?

Today is not what I would say a scorchy, tedious, hot day. Here, at the South of France, the day is clean, bright, but due to the unstable atmosphere of the past few days, the ambience is rather chilly for this period of the year. However since yesterday I had pretty clear what to wear today: "pirate pants", of those very light, perfectly designed to stand summer high-south temperatures, and a light blue polo shirt, together with a pair of sandals... in other words, ready for the summer. However I have to be honest, but I have felt cold almost the whole day!
It is pretty funny, I have remarked it already, but in general terms, people do not wear clothes depending on the weather that day or on the weather forecast of the last evening. In turn, people use to look at the calendar and wear clothes accordingly, no matter if it is rainy, cloudy or clear. I remember last winter, second week of january, I left home wearing as everyday, gloves, cap, scarf and a thick coat. Nonetheless that was an anormal hot day for winter season, and most of people as well as me, we were roasting ourselves with all these attires.
Another advantage of the weather forecast service: mum, what do I wear tomorrow?
It is pretty funny, I have remarked it already, but in general terms, people do not wear clothes depending on the weather that day or on the weather forecast of the last evening. In turn, people use to look at the calendar and wear clothes accordingly, no matter if it is rainy, cloudy or clear. I remember last winter, second week of january, I left home wearing as everyday, gloves, cap, scarf and a thick coat. Nonetheless that was an anormal hot day for winter season, and most of people as well as me, we were roasting ourselves with all these attires.
Another advantage of the weather forecast service: mum, what do I wear tomorrow?
Thursday, July 07, 2005
La politisation des JJOO

Cinq candidats, cinq grandes villes du monde, cinq concurrents pour un seul grand prix: l'organisation des olympiades de 2012. Encore loin, c'est vrai, mais beaucoup d'illusion entre toutes les candidatures. Et spécialement, d'accord avec ça qu'on a lu dernièrement, beaucoup d'espoir pour Paris, Madrid et aussi Londres.
La première votation arrive. Moscou est éliminé. Ça été prévu. Mais on commence les mouvements politiques, les clignes de l'oeil des unes et autres, les donne-moi et je te donnerai... La partie des échecs déclenche. Et après Moscou, New-York perd ses options. Cette fois Espagne prendre l'avantage. Mais ce n'est pas gagné pour Madrid et, à la prochaine votation les américaines se vengent du manifeste anti-américanisme du nouveau chef d'état espagnol, le messieur Zapatero. Sans le support des États-Unix et ses partisans, Espagne est "incompréhensiblement" éliminé. Et arrive le moment final, Paris est sûre de ses chances, mais ils ne content pas avec la préférence espagnole pour Londres (demander a Zapatero) et les membres africaines du COI qui partagent une bonne relation avec le gouvernement de Blair. Échec et mat. Bravo Anglaterre, ils ont gagné cette partie.
Moi comme la majorité de entre nous, je pensait que par une fois le sport était raisonnablement séparé de la politique, que l'esprit des ceux qui ont le pouvoir de choisir tel où quelle ville ne répond pas aux intérêt politiques. Moi, quel ignorant! Peu choses échappent aujourd'hui au monde des intérêts économiques et politiques. Dommage! La votation de la ville que accueillera les olympiadas de 2012 a devenu une partie d'échec multi-jouer, avec les anglais comme les meilleurs stratège.
La première votation arrive. Moscou est éliminé. Ça été prévu. Mais on commence les mouvements politiques, les clignes de l'oeil des unes et autres, les donne-moi et je te donnerai... La partie des échecs déclenche. Et après Moscou, New-York perd ses options. Cette fois Espagne prendre l'avantage. Mais ce n'est pas gagné pour Madrid et, à la prochaine votation les américaines se vengent du manifeste anti-américanisme du nouveau chef d'état espagnol, le messieur Zapatero. Sans le support des États-Unix et ses partisans, Espagne est "incompréhensiblement" éliminé. Et arrive le moment final, Paris est sûre de ses chances, mais ils ne content pas avec la préférence espagnole pour Londres (demander a Zapatero) et les membres africaines du COI qui partagent une bonne relation avec le gouvernement de Blair. Échec et mat. Bravo Anglaterre, ils ont gagné cette partie.
Moi comme la majorité de entre nous, je pensait que par une fois le sport était raisonnablement séparé de la politique, que l'esprit des ceux qui ont le pouvoir de choisir tel où quelle ville ne répond pas aux intérêt politiques. Moi, quel ignorant! Peu choses échappent aujourd'hui au monde des intérêts économiques et politiques. Dommage! La votation de la ville que accueillera les olympiadas de 2012 a devenu une partie d'échec multi-jouer, avec les anglais comme les meilleurs stratège.
Monday, May 30, 2005
El bazar francés del referendum
No quiero entrar en descripciones políticas, en quién tiene la razón y en quién no la tiene, dónde una política social se hunde ciegamente en las profundidades de los mares o dónde tal Ministro evidencia maestría legislativa... Para todo esto ya hay mucha gente que escribe.En tanto que residente en Francia, me he encontrado irremediablemente envuelto por la gran pregunta de este año: Constitución Europea, ¿sí o no? Nunca llegué a imaginar la lucha tan feroz que esta consulta social provocaría en el seno de la sociedad francesa. Los partidiarios del SÍ y del NO se han encarnizado en una lucha desenfrenada, culpándose los unos a los otros sin compasión alguna. Hasta aquí todo más o menos normal...
Ayer domingo 29 de mayo el NO gana en Francia. Unos cientos de sus partidiarios, en buena parte integrantes de la izquierda extrema francesa, salen a la calle a ondear sus banderas y hacen alarde de la derrota de Chirac. ¿Derrota de Chirac? Empiezo a no comprender la situación. Pensaba que era una consulta europea que poco tenía que ver con la política nacional.
Pero el guirigay se destapa cuando ayer por la noche se organiza en TF2 un "debate" seguido a la consulta social. Por momentos empecé a acordarme de aquel programa de Canal 9 con el padre Apeles como protagonista donde unos y otros se vociferaban e incluso liaban a mamporros en medio del plató. La gran diferencia es que en la mesa de ayer habían dos Ministros, Secretarios Generales de partidos políticos y otros nombres de peso. Sin embargo, la ley del más fuerte se imponía regularmente a la hora de tomar la palabra e incluso los Ministros parecían entrar en este juego, el moderador parecía una marioneta a la que nadie escuchaba y las descalificaciones y calumnias estaban en boca de la mayoría. Los partidiarios del SÍ se sentaban en frente de los del NO, pero entonces empecé a darme cuenta que en los dos bandos habían políticos del mismo partido y que entre ellos mismos se producían acaloradas discusiones. Cada vez entiendo menos...
Tras esta campaña y el debate de anoche me he dado cuenta del bazar político que se vive actualmente en Francia. Los partidiarios del NO, en muchos casos irresponsablemente, han querido castigar a Chirac teniendo toda Europa que pagar por ello. Dentro de un mismo partido existen varios bandos y no hay un claro ganador del SÍ o NO. La posible entrada de Turquía se ve popularmente con malos ojos y por ello se vuelve a castigar a Europa. Mientrastanto, Nicolás Sarkozy y De Villepin se frotan las manos por el más que presumible cambio de Primer Ministro...
Conclusión: La idea de una Europa unida y fuerte se va debilitando y el euro empieza también a acusarlo, los intereses nacionales prevalecen cada vez más sobre los europeos y aquellos que dirigen el viejo continente se resisten a verlo, puesto que el pastel europeo sigue siendo muy goloso. Europa, ¿SÍ, NO? Señores, hagan sus apuestas.
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