Binnacle: 68

Abstract

In 1968 we read Sartre and Camus and, between us, Unamuno and Ortega mixed with the poetry of Miguel Hernández or Blas de Otero, and the films of Bergman. Living on the periphery, then, had limitations that time does not heal. Today the Internet is a possibility, true, but it also conceals, mystifies, and maintains individual consciousness in its sedentary atomicity. It is its ideological and political function, while those limitations are increased. That periphery had, at least, the excuse of the 'dictatorship'. Those were times of frantic reading and intense but “empty” emotions, without horizons or concepts. There were other cities, other young people, even among us. There were already those who gathered together, those who read Marx, those who travelled and, above all, those who suffered.