Permítanme presentarme, aunque en realidad no debería hacerlo porque todos ustedes, mis estimados lectores y lectrices, ya me conocen.
Pueden llamarme V.
En este momento, me encuentro preparándome mentalmente para largarme a Vancouver, una pintoresca ciudad de la Columbia Británica, en Canadá, allá arriba, en el norte del continente. Desperdiciaré seis meses de mi valioso tiempo en dicha ciudad, y para que ustedes puedan seguir mis aventuras en las cálidas tierras del norte he montado este sitio web.
Pueden ustedes presumirle a sus amigos que este sitio trata sobre un tapatío en tierras canadienses, y animarlos a participar. No necesitan registrarse para hacer un comentario y yo trataré de responder a la brevedad posible. Como es natural, estaré ocupado estudiando y trabajando, así que si se me presenta la ocasión de echarme una canita al aire, con mucho gusto lo haré, y ese día deberán perdonar si a todos ustedes los envío con rumbo a lugares cálidos y con un particular olor a azufre, es decir, al infierno.
Por otro lado, no está de más recordarles que en este sitio me autodenominaré V y la participación de otros personajes será bajo seudónimo, con ánimos de proteger la privacidad de los demás. Aquellos conocidos que deseen comunicarse conmigo ya conocen la dirección; quienes deseen comunicarse y no sean conocidos míos, basta con que dejen un mensaje aquí y a su debido tiempo me pondré en contacto, en especial si se convierten en conocidos míos.
Un saludo caluroso para todos.
V.
Un mexicano viviendo, estudiando, trabajando, caminando y conociendo las húmedas tierras de la Columbia Británica.
Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone’s death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat.There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn’t there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, think, and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who’s to blame? Well, certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you’re looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn’t be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now High Chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night I sought to end that silence. Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives. So if you’ve seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you, then I would suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot.