There’s something that’s not like they tell medictates the title of the book I have in my hands, a long story that transformed a literary heroine into Nevenka Fernándezwritten by one of the least ignorant writers of our time, Juan José Millás, … also inventor of the article Chronicles of daily surrealism measured in pearls.
More than twenty years after its publication and without Nevenka wanting to become a social star either, the woman who had to live under suspicion returns to the present with all the disorders of this world, at least of the world in which she surrounded herself in order to put a piece of bread in her mouth, appearing, without being so, like a misfit, and accepting a position for which she was perhaps not entirely prepared, moreover, cornered by harmful vermin which transformed her life into a unbearable suffering. Until the shell exploded, she exposed the chaos and sexual harassment of which she was a victim, accompanied by the humiliating advances of the mayor of Ponferrada, a born submissive who caused fightseven apologizing in jobs invented to further their predatory goal.
Seen another way, No matter how things were going at the time, If the fate of evil came suddenly, or if the discouragement was so disconcerting that, excuse the expression, the counterpoint of concord was devastating.
The social examination of the time, and not so long ago, determined whether the manner in which events bordering on the most execrable barbarism were produced would belong to the ideological recipe book from which the error then came. Ana Botella, an excellent thinker on the most shabby economic history ever known in our democracy, said the aggressor “acted impeccably.” But, something would not be done right when justice dictated otherwise and the fervent opinionator was represented, as well as all the advisors of her corporation.
Nevenka found herself devastated, with no defense other than the extrapolation of her feelings. His silent voice anchored itself to the point of uselessness, while his heart floated in a crystalline raft made transparent by its weakness.
I read that last November the World Day to Prevent Sexual Exploitation, Abuse and Sexual Violence against Children was celebrated, the International Day for the Elimination of Violence Against Women and that the third week was dedicated globally to justice restored.
“Nevenka Fernández never wanted to be a writer, to write a story or try to know life through writing, she just wanted to be happy”
Fernando Novalbos Sánchez
Has anyone wondered if the effort of creating so many laws reduces the boost from these intellectually diminished beings?
I also read some paragraphs of the book presented these weeks ago by the person concerned and these fill my skin with sores.
Nevenka writes: “We, the people who are attacked, raped, humiliated, are easy-going, greedy, shameless, weak or evil,” adding to these terms a precision that validates any proposition because it is substantial and exemplary. “The helplessness of abused people is maintained by the belief that we have done something.” he assures. What have you done? I ask. And I speak in the plural since there are many of you who are beaten and many who attack who ignore the respect and rights by which humanity is governed. I repeat. What did you do so wrong? And in your name I answer: Nothing.
According to Mark Twain, it is not acceptable that the most important days of your life are the day you were born and the day you were born. the day you find out why. The way I understand it, finding out why and then being disappointed and having to move again because of a despicable person makes little sense.
Now I understand why Nevenka was alone, she felt so alone and why did she decide to face the monster Ella Solhas.
There is a point in lonely people that opens their eyes, a territory where light becomes a bundle of possibilities where balance lies in its just neutrality. Nevenka Fernández never wanted to be a writerwriting a story or trying to know life through writing, she just wanted to be happy, her light came from the force of nature and thanks to it she glimpsed a new room to live in and, if you are suspicious, like she was, don’t resign, you have a reason to be present in the cabal world and if anyone of that ilk looks at you with pity in their eyes, tell them to go to hell. Nevenka didn’t, until she fell into the trap and realized what it was. go through an ordeal.
“There is no point in looking the other way when cases of sexual harassment break out on the sidewalk of the political party across the street. In this we must all be united. »
Fernando Novalbos Sánchez
In any case, she not only succeeded in being a literary and social heroine, She is also the first Spanish woman to be convicted for a political position.and this, in view of current events, does not seem to be too much for those who could not go unnoticed because of a thug, identical to the despicable harassers of today, and believe me, there is no point in looking away when cases of sexual harassment break out on the sidewalk of the political party opposite. In this we must all be united.
SO. Twenty years would be nothing if the wound healed, The problem is that these perverts continue to act freelyand the manner of deceiving an entire society is repugnant when its mere existence is repugnant.
Here is a real surrealist chronicle dosed in pearls.
My name is also Nevenka.