Celenque – End of a story

” Mes histoires commencent toutes par il était une dernière fois ” – Fuzati

La Chute:

It was the First and Last time I would write on the board, 107 days of resistance in the cold of Spanish winter ” 2 baffes pour quelques uns, pour les autres ca sera la lutte ” – Fuzati

107After another night in Celenque, at morning time when watching the Bankia employees going to start their shift, we were taking our breakfast, I´ve been made the honour to write the number 107 in the blackboard,   the number of days those people stand in front of the Bankia HQ.

The night was not a boring one, las5deSol a few meters away needed operational support for their occupy action, after over 100 days Celenque had everything needed from Acampamiento Amigo, from tent to cover, stocks of food, carbon to maintain fire up, they were up to help and support Las5deSol, that we as Coordinadora25S supported since their first minutes by our physical presence.

I spend my night alternating between Las5deSol and Celenque, moving stuff from a place to another, talking with the Police, meeting new people, that was a great night.

After a nice breakfast, I went to sleep, I had to attend 2 assembly in the afternoon and go to the Police station of Lavapiès at 1100AM needed to get a few hours of rest.
We went to the Police station to surrender ourselves, as dissidents of 15M likes movements, Okupa and others similar platforms were declared outlaws.

They didn´t accepted us to get into the Police station, but they did ID check some of us, weird people…


At that moment, I was trying to be everywhere, attending Coordinadora25S assemblies, spending nights between Celenque en Sol, trying to be in most of the demonstrations, not only against the PP in calle Genova, but also with the others groups I use to support previously ( Afectados por preferentes pro ejemplo) and the most time consuming, doing my best for the Coordinadora not to implode. Which I partially failed to do so, I will get to that point in a next blog entry.

Revolution became a full time job.  After spending the day on my stuffs, I wanted to spend the night in Celenque, but I needed to get a nap first, I started my nap and woke up 8 hours after.

When I woke up, I had a terrible whatsapp message, the police had removed the people of Celenque, in the most horrible way, injuring an 83 years old lady, throwing her to the ground because she approach the wrong Policeman to closer, I guess he perceived the lady as a danger and the situation required him to use violence for self-defense.


In 107 Days the PAH did complete their principal mission, getting the Half million signature to empower the ILP with over 1.5 millions signatures.

Entrega en el Congreso:

The Police came with the cleaning service and Trash trucks, they binned all the food, hardware, and personal stuffs people had with them, can you imagine that, homeless people being taken away the few they´ve got, this is the price of resistance.

Celenque Before the Police expulsion, Xmas dinner:


Celenque After the Police expulsion:


Celenque during the ” Preferentes ” demonstration

Where were you when these people needed you ? Me I was sleeping … I guess the same for you … I hope you feel the same shame as I do…

If you do, get on the fucking street and stop to accept what is so, it is so because you make it so by the total obedience and submission of our daily lifes… Yes, WE.


Rich men’s Christmas

” No tenemos casa, pero tenemos jamon pata negra ”

After my first night in plaza Celenque (where homeless families occupies the HQ of Bankia -Plataforma de Afectados por las Hipotecas- in order to protest against the robbery of their houses by an illegitimate gouvernement voting laws to allows banks to take possession of people’s houses without cancelling their debts), I truly wanted to spend Christmas with them. They are modern superhero, the PAH have blocked over 500 houses embargo by collecting signature for each families menaced and pressured the banks, they have collected over a millions signatures to change the law regarding expulsion and embargo, they are in Celenque since now 64 days  (on 25/12/2012), these families sleeps in the streets and keep fighting for the others not to loose their houses, I believe that I am not that strong as they are, if one day I’d have find myself in the street with my baby girl,  I would surely have shot myself a bullet in the head like so many Spanish people did on the embargo day… they decided to keep fighting, I admire them.

Plataforma de Afectados por las Hipotecas


I wasn’t alone, my brother Kedies had decided to join me in my trip to Madrid, we went both to participate to the #20Dluto as to this wonderful Christmas evening. We brought them some food and joined what was going to be, my first true Christmas.

Kedies is not a brother in the means of blood, as Mickael and Nicolas my lovely 2 wonderful blood brothers, Kedies is a brother in the means of heart,like his uncle Abdel AKA Bassitup with who, I had spend the previous Christmas last year. We are a true family, we all knows cousins, mother, brothers, even grand mothers of each others. It’s wonderful how far love can go when there is no expectation but the love of a brother.


Bassitup is the brother thanks to who I can participate in the Madrid events, he never denied to offer me his sofa, contacting my mum to tell her I am all right when I fail to do so, making up my heart stories when I fuck up, to share his food, his feelings and whatever he could knowing that I’d never be able to return him the half of what he did for me, this is family, I am lucky to have a dozen of these brothers, so lucky, there is nothing like the love of family, even if we don’t express that love as much as it should be celebrated, we all knows how deep we love each others.

I always perceived Christmas as negative since I am twelve, wishing death for the 25 December, see my blood family splitting apart in clashes and cries, but that’s also true that before this, I always enjoyed unboxing the gift, allowing the adults to payback their sentimental debts with materialistic values.

Today I’m 30, I’ve a different vision how what should be Christmas, my perception evolved, I want my Christmas to be a dedication of Jesus values, unconditional love and compassion rather than materialistic definition of love. The biggest the gift, the more love is expressed, our culture raped the spirit of Christmas. I truly perceive that offering a material gift to Christmas sound’s like going to mcdonald’s in order to celebrate Che Guevarra’s life, but that’s my perception.


I am not downgrading the Christmas I had previously with my family, it is just a new perception of Christmas that I wish to experience from now on which does not fit our cultural experience of it, I love you mum and grand mum for having made our Christmas like you did during our childhood, you know I would never had understand this 15 years ago, I would have hate the whole world for not having the gift I wanted, this is how stupid, ignorant and blind I was. Today thanks to you I have reach this perception, and this is the best gift you ever made to me. The irony of duality in experience…

Context given, you can now have a better understanding of my decision to spend this evening in Celenque.

We have been received and cared like kings, people thanked us for being there, when we were the one who shall have get on our knees to demonstrate our gratitude to be there, we were asked every 5 min to take a plate of that delicious food ( what a banquet we had !!!!!!!!!!!!!! ) made of donation and cook with love, the food truly tasted love, we were singing, eating, dancing, loving each others, laughing, the time of a night we all forgot we where fighting against banking corporation and a government without dignity, even if no one forgot they were homeless, I can truly tell you that we were the most happy.


The TV came over, accepted because being from the Sexta (one of the only TV channel in Spain who kept his objectivity and doesn’t manipulate people words and images, at least not that much), they shared a couple of hours with us, the reporter and cameraman were good fun, they brought with us love and good mood, that was also a notable point, they gave me a bit more faith in journalism. The Sexta in Spain is one of the major TV channel


Luis our doyen had a Santa Claus costume to had some more fun, he gave the kids their gifts, I had a tear when one of the girl came to show me her gifts (and to everyone, she was so happy to come to every person to show what gift she had received) , she had two books and stars in her eyes, I’m crying writing this, at her age I was unpacking video games, having food excess in my mummy’s house and not understanding what Christmas was about. With two books she had more than I ever had, her perception of these gifts made me realize how poor I was and how poor I would ever be even with a million dollar banknote gift.
The perception of Christmas experience is the true gift, she’s less than 15 and she already got that, how rich are these people ? Way that I could always pretend to be, another master have cross my path for a huge emotional lesson, on this day.


A family joined us after I suppose their family dinner, a couple and their two kids ( around 6 and 10 years old ) joined the fun, this is the kind of parent I wish I could be, to bring my baby to such emotional event, this is the kind of father I dream to be, a teacher by the means of creating an experience, such a wonderful and funny family.

When we started with the music, the police patrol present 24/7 (I guess the police support the cause) came to make us shut it down, what we did, a few hours after we had a second try, they did not bother the second time.

We were rich, really rich, when richness is love, I know that we were richer than Goldman and Rotschild, so thanks to you people in Celenque, you offered me more than I could ever offer to anyone for this wonderful day, you brought back the definition of family to his higher level, a family not define by blood but by brotherhood, thank you.

I love you, merry Christmas to all.