I left my country twenty years ago now. It was not really my decision, but the circumstances of my then husband, a newly qualified doctor who could not find a suitable job or the training he wanted. He does not like criticism, and I do not like people who do not accept critics. So the story about my marriage should end here.
On the other hand, now I remember how critical he was with the country he left behind, Spain enjoyed a public health system, with lots of flaws, but, as I found out, the UK was also far from perfect. As much can I say without going into detail.
Some state that the public health system was created under Franco’s regime, and it certainly was, but it was not his idea, rather a necessity and a way to please his subjects. At least, the first stepping stone was laid.
Gradually people also accepted that it was in the best interest of their children to stay in education until sixteen and have more training. That was a difficult idea to understand for many. In short, progressive ideas gave way to a new country.
Not everybody welcomed these changes, the same that not everybody likes living in peace or even their country. Generosity is not for everyone. But, for a while it worked. Maybe because many were busy making money, or enjoying a lifestyle they did not have before, living la vida loca, as the song goes, whereas others were simply watching. Now, precisely, this new reality where the wildest dreams were entertained is the real monster, a reality which at times seems fabricated in some lab of social engineering. I keep my distance.
We all want to be happy, and that’s a real problem. Success wants more success, but maturity is something different. In a country with parts of it claiming independence perhaps people should stand and wait, see progress behind, deal with the humdrum of daily life, if they want to keep what they earned. The rest could be an illusion, like that other old song of the eighties goes. And it is, so let us sit, not stand, and wait. People cannot be that stupid.