And goodbye night, Family Book. Saying goodbye is confessing an age, but what can we do? Now, with the vaccine, the ages are already a public confession. The fact is that today we say goodbye to you. Eleven years ago, Zapatero lived, they made a law that gave you life until April 30, 2021. From now on a personal computer record will replace you, you know: modernity, fingering, click.
Things of progress, which devastates traditions, and you could not free, Family Book. I will confess one thing: since I have you, I have lost health and have lost my finances, watches and umbrellas have been lost, images, photos, loves and memories were left somewhere, but I have preserved you as if you were a jewel of the grandmother. And something more prodigious: I have difficulty finding the deed to my house when I renegotiate the mortgage, but I know exactly in which drawer I left you.
The first time that Julio Iglesias tried to seduce a girl, he arrived at the Gran Hotel de La Toja, they asked him for the Family Book and ended up loving on the beach. You were then and years later the instrument of chastity of the Franco regime and part of the transition. They asked you in hotels like now they ask you for your credit card. Not having you was an obvious sign of sin. The youth fornicator had his list of hotels where they didn’t ask you, like now we have a list of road radars. And when sin has all the numbers to be a memory, you cease to exist. They retire you, Family Book. You become a nostalgia. What a generation of mine!
I have been saying it for years: they abolished the Military Service when we had already served in the military; they approved the divorce when we were already living as a common-law couple; they created personal income tax when we started to collect a salary; they lowered the interest of the mortgages when we had already bought a house; they put paternity leave when we already had grandchildren. And they cancel you, Family Book, when there are hotels by the hour, hotels for naps, hotels with a guarantee of confidentiality. Freedom my dear Isabel Diaz Ayuso, it must also be that. The bad thing is that now that they suppress you, Family Book, at reception they look at me and think that I can only go to sleep.
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