They have bought a house in some town of Galicia, or Asturias or León or Teruel or Soria. It’s big, it’s at a difficult price to believe. It rains and likes it to rain, after so many years of drought on a saturated pools island and where aquifers are salinizing. The headlines speak of an exodus of islanders to emptied Spain. It is like a reverse migration: during developmentalism, many Galicians, Extremaduran, Murcians went to Mallorca to win the bread. Now the Mallorcans go to the Peninsula, expelled from a land that can no longer afford; Neither economic, neither emotional, nor environmentally. Tomàs Moyà/Europa Press The difficulty in accessing housing is combined with mobility stress little according to the spirit of a place where time took its time. What is the point of running on the island of calm, obtained by the jams. Many have a hard time enduring pain by witnessing the agony of the landscape, language and culture, as the one who sees a senile mother disappear who no longer recognizes them; They can no longer communicate. And they surrender, exhausted. Others cannot keep it, either stay there. That’s why they leave. Others accompany her in palliatives, take her fragile hand with the hope that love will make a miracle. As Guillem Frontera pointed out, “he faces that I did not believe that Els Mallorquins, Como Poble, Puguem survare, Almenys that Ens Deixin dir les Darreres Paraules, the Perquè d’Acosta Mort.” What is the point of running on the island of calm, obtained by the jams we have not cared for it well, we have not taken care of enough. They have even exploited their own children; Not everyone, but too many. And now, exhausted, the island loses its memory, the essence of what it was, it loses us while we lose it. Like the Morriña word, it designates the nostalgia of the homeland, there should be a concept to refer to the tear of the expulsion of your home; Not because of persecutions and wars, but for tourist gentrification, for having sold the most valuable thing you had. Llucia Ramis also reads some islanders recover peace in remote villages that, in some way, transport them to a lifestyle that we miss (we miss). The environment is another, but they will create a link with the land that, in the long run, they will perhaps be yours even if they do not belong to them. Meanwhile, the world continues to trample the island from which they left.
