A Miguel Gutierrez, historical memory
Last Friday there was a tribute to the worker's right as he liked to call himself, Miguel Gutierrez Carbonell, offered by colleagues, lawyers and especially friends. However, since the same Friday and although I went and got excited and all his family, I pursued the unacknowledged uneasiness of a compromise failed. I have a debt to Michael that ho have settled and their sly expression in the photographs illustrating the paper built in tribute to his friends, has brought me to mind. My
Debt is old but not too much, goes back to just one and a half ago, when drafting an obituary affective memory should be dismissed Unquera Professor of Archaeology, who had died unexpected and premature. To Riccardo Francovich, as for a whole generation of Italian intellectuals born immediately after World War II, the 2nd English Republic and his defeat of fascism was a myth of progress truncated, in which thousands of people were left to their fate - "the best of Spain" - in the words of Max Aub, at the Port of Alicante, the last bastion of the besieged Republic precisely occupied by Italian forces, symbolized better than anything the powerful magnitude of the defeat and the terrible disaster that loomed over Europe, therefore, continued with passion Riccardo our discussion of historical memory.
In this farewell alluded to the chance of accidental death would have occurred, the 68 anniversary of the entry in the city of Littorio division and civil farewell in Florence coincided with another civic event held in Alicante, in memory of men and women Republicans caught in the harbor, were taken to a makeshift camp in a nearby almond terraces, and in which Michael himself as a member of the Civic Commission for Recovery Historical Memory spoke. While preparing this text I called Miguel to inquire some information related to these tragic events and although I was in a hurry were provided in full, with the prodigality of his characteristic word, putting the only condition send him the letter. So I did and days later he called to tell me he had moved and confession of step with age became increasingly sensitive to surveys issued by the heart, which he attributed to old age and I to his bonhomie. We joke and I promised that I would make a similar farewell, not knowing that soon and equally unexpected way, also Miguel would be required by their peers to the "winged souls of the almond cream."
This is my debt, not dismissed as frivolous made that promise, not even when we offered the opportunity to participate in this last tribute, which I thought was for his sons and his colleagues in the judiciary and ideas to speak. But the fact is that Michael did not feel like forgiving me I wanted to pay down debt and openly with these lines that are not, though it may seem, a tribute to his memory but because of it.
Prepositions are not insignificant and this "for" refers to the vindication of the memory Historical why he, along with others, and others, fought until the very day of his death. No talk of spending bills or exercise revenge, but something as simple as a memory rescue force silenced. In these times when my job as historian on earth has been made available by the story-not usually built from a distance of textual documents and materials, but those near and terrible that flow from the right of the living to remember its dead - our picks and brushes to unearth the remnants of a painful for next race, I come findings to the head of Miguel Hernández verses dedicated to his dead friend and accompanying Miguel Gutierrez also in last Friday's tribute:
"I dig the earth with their teeth, / I want to break the land part / a part of bites dry and hot / I want to mine the earth to find / and kiss your noble skull / and desamordazarte and bring you back. "
Because that is, to desamordazar and return, not only dead but his memory of the right to know and remember. Miguel, on behalf of the Civic Commission, claiming only an urban space and desamordazara memory returns in the form of a fleet of winged almond cream. He died without success and all the tributes that have sele not supply the we expect and that is not really a tribute to him, but the memory of all men and women who lost the life-or silence-their right to think what they thought. I've already cumplidomi indebted to my uncle Miguel writing farewell promised. Our City Council has yet to fulfill his own, convinced that their democratic nature makes him a direct heir of that freedom of thought which was then silenced. The opposite means more than not keeping its debt to all citizens of Alicante, take unjustifiable continuity with those who ended democracy in the field of almond trees.
Sonia Gutiérrez Lloret
is Professor of Archaeology at the University of Alicante.
Article published in the journal Information on Tuesday February 17, 2009
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