Going to London is going home. So much do we love this city, which represents freedom. The first time I visited it, it was under Franco’s regime, so London opened many windows to my generation. We fell in love with the language, with the city, with the people. We read Virginia Woolf, whose novels so well describe the streets of London and its people. We discovered Shakespeare, whose plays were inspired by this extraordinary city. We listened to The Beatles and The Rolling Stones. We went to concerts given by Bob Dylan and became hippies at least for a few weeks. Life was full of promises. Everything was possible.
For the students who travelled with us, the world is harder. There is unemployment spreading itself like a plague. Salaries are too short for the needs of a developed world, and too many people are trying to fight for the same goals. Visiting Canary Warf, Margaret Thatcher’s project for a Manhattan Financial City in London’s Dockland, the feeling of having been cheated by the people in the top offices haunted us, as we walked along the beautiful water canals among the skyscrapers. The feeling was overwhelming in spite of the wind and the cranes, the workers…
Back in Valencia, we all felt invigorated by the London experience, a trip we shall not forget!
We had an ambitious plan, open to variations, changes and personal choice. See the plan!
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