My admired friend the notary public Julio Rodriguez, large type, shows me his appreciation, he says, by your defense of Salamanca. Referring, apparently, to which tends to be much less frequent than it should read reflections on this land and its people that are not overly negative. That happens, I’ve discussed at other times, because here we are very little paid ourselves, unlike what happens in other places where an exclusionary ethnocentrism and where to stinky anywhere in your environment judged it most grandiose and spectacular than the Canyon are grown. Therefore, it is not having to defend against Salamanca, since she alone does very well with its own Unfading beauty, but that simply weigh the good that we have and if anything, criticize the many difficulties that we put the same salmantinos to our development. Hence, in this absurd underestimation of own and bobalicona exaltation of the alien, lies the largest of our defects, against which we have to rebel us every day.

That clumsy complex of inferiority is only surpassed by a kind of cainismo that leads to skin to the next and be gawk, instead, to outsiders. It’s this grim domestic policy of seaport from which so many negative examples found in our history. Before that, I mean, me rebelo, because here we are not struggling enough to defend from our documentary heritage remember lost war of the file and the close historical memory Center until forced the Spanish capital. Here we organize celebrations only to comfort their own, but failed to attract foreign visitors. Here we have neglected beautiful tourist attractions from the campo charro to the unfinished Basilica of Alba and here, finally, can’t think we promote the new motorway to Madrid, but that already the Madrilenos will find out by the system from mouth to ear (sic). These, among many other reasons, it is what one feels compelled to ponder Salamanca before so much nonsense.

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