"Why did they not light the fire in a beautiful way this time?", asked my oldest son when we left the centre cívic Sant Joan. I could only agree. Last year I felt that we had a solemn celebration of the arrival of the flame from Canigou (Canigó) – literally brought down from the mountain in order to light up the bonfires of this very Catalan celebration - but not so this year.
In my eyes, you cannot talk about a tribute to the Catalan language and, at the same time, play a potpourri where els Segadors is being mixed with Bad Romance by Lady Gaga. And although the organizers, on this day, have a tradition to burn a paper doll, at least I consider it wrong to, on the stage, give equal importance to the mayor of our town as to a hippie figure with a Mercedes logotype around its neck (although we can assume that it was meant to be the peace symbol).
Or, possibly, I am just full of vinegar (vinagrisme = the not-so-sublime art of critizicing just anything related with Vilanova i la Geltrú). Well that, if anything, that would be good evidence of how integrated I am nowadays.
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