I come from a country that calls itself democratic, but it does not let its citizens express their opinions. A country which complains about corruption but continues voting for the same parties. A country that calls “freedom of expression” to go out in the street showing what were fascist symbols from a dictatorship. A country that only shows its flag when it oppresses a group different than yours. A country in which thousands of policemen are sent to hit their own citizens sitting on the floor, just raising their hands peacefully.

On October 1st, I could say that Spain has lost me as their citizen. I can’t be proud of a country like this. I could say that Spain does not represent me anymore, nor its government, nor its people, nor its culture. I have always felt double nationalism, but this time things have gone too far.

I am proud of the small country in which I live, my little Catalonia. These people have shown to the whole world the kind of country we are living in-a fake democracy. I’m glad about the decisions that Catalan president Puigdemont has decided to take. We have been trying to dialogue for five years and the Spanish government had ignored us for all this time. I think it’s a shame that they don’t let us express our opinion. Ignorance has only made a bigger rebellion break out.

And it’s not anymore about being pro or anti-independence. It’s about your rights to vote and decide how you want it to be your future. My own grandfather had to live in a dictatorship where your voice was of no use. At these days, he keeps telling me stories about that time. I don’t want to get to that point, and I hope we do not.

So right now, however much my nationality remains Spanish, a piece of my heart no longer feels that way.