Teach your parents well My teenager daughter plays basketball. Just local, regional stuff, not professional. Last weekend I went with my wife to one of her matches. Her team (our team) played to reach the final. Same thing for the other team. The match was going matched and families and friends became more and more nervous, more and more angry if the referee didn't decide the way they wanted. I felt ashamed. In my own team, some fathers and mothers insulting the referee, shouting when the girls of the other team were trying to throw the ball from the free throw line. I had already seen these behaviour in football matches, but these is my first time suffering these manners in a tennager female match. We try to teach our children well, we try to talk to them about sport, healtness, friendship, effort and self-improvement. And usually they find our speeches absolutelly unnecessary. They know it, they feel it. In the sports center, sometimes they look at us as if we were crazy. Maybe we need to change the target of our speeches. Maybe we need to be be raised again. Maybe we need they teach us.

Afraid about the future I've read old, even ancient writings complaining about the future. Our children are impolite, things are changing too fast, arabic numbers will destroy the Roman Empire, human are not fit to move into cars, and so on. But this time it is for real. Communications, computers, biotechnology, robotics, genetics, nuclear power... where are we going to? Where are we end up? I know all these new techs have a lot ot fantastic possibilities and they can help us in a lot of ways, but I can't avoid it. If I have to chose between utopia and dystopia, today I feel dystopic.

Still rivers of blood Forty years ago Enoch Powell pronounced an speech in Birmingham known as Rivers of blood. He was really worried about the increase of immigration and how this would destroy the english way of life, the culture, the jobs for english people... You can see I'm obviouly not English, but I think nowadays UK and specially London are melting pots keeping however an specific british style. Maybe a new style, but certainly british. These days I was thinking about my own country, Spain. Back then we didn't know what immigration was. Better say what receive immigration was, because for decades we emigrated all around Europe and overseas. It is now, in the last fifteen days, that we have received a lot of people coming from Africa, South America and the east european countries. Nobody calls out in the Parliament, it is not politically correct to say it loud, but a lot of spanish men and women certainly would agree presently with the old Enolch Powell speech. We have a long path ahead us. And it will not be easy. Unfortunately, we are not alone. All around the world less fortunate people search for oportunities. It is not easy helping their countries if we are not willing to leave some of our privileges. It is neither easy to build a common country if we don't want them neither in our backyards. It is easy seeing the problems, not so easy proposing solutions.

Are languages a blessing or a curse? <pre class="tw-data-text tw-ta tw-text-small" data-placeholder="Traducció" id="tw-target-text" style="text-align: left; height: 312px;" data-fulltext="" dir="ltr">I live in Catalonia (Spain) and I speak both Catalan and Spanish. Also some French. Now I am learning English. Sometimes I feel languages ​​as a curse, sometimes as a blessing. They say that each language gives us a vision of the world. Is this diversity so important? If you had a button able to make all languages ​​disappear except one, if we could wake up tomorrow knowing all this language and forgetting about others, would you press the button?</pre><pre class="tw-data-text tw-ta tw-text-small" data-placeholder="Traducció" id="tw-target-text" style="text-align: left; height: 312px;" data-fulltext="" dir="ltr">
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