They say that Madrid has only two seasons. “Tres meses de inferno, y nueve de invierno.” ‘Three months of hell, and nine of winter’, courtesy of its position in the centre of the Spanish Highlands.
Hell is still reigning implacably over Madrid. Only since a day or two, in the very early morning, you can feel a first hint of coolness, to indicate that September is at the door.
From a revolutionary point of view, the city is in ruins. The movement has splintered. The United Citizens Waves have been subject to internal power struggles and disintegration. Enthusiasm has vanished from the streets. Many activists have become disillusioned and disconnected. Many youngsters who have no future in Spain have already left the country.
Symbolic of the situation is Sol itself. This is where the whole Spanish revolution took off in 2011. This square…
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