The Generation X. That we will not have right to Pension

"Place you, place you... we grew"

Year 1960, years of the “economic Miracle of Franco“, of the money of the Americans, of the concision and the fruits of the “Welcome Trainer Marshall“, of the Housings protected by the State with the plaquita with the Yoke and the Arrows of the Phalange (that good were the Falangists!) of the rationing primer the first small commerce begun being opened and even the first big surfaces as El Corte Ingles and Galleries Boasted. There was restored the obligatory Social security, the only Vertical Trade union. Years earlier channel TVE was created, that of which the hand of some Jesus Hermida re-transmitted to us directly the arrival of the man to the Moon. The divorce was something impossible, it was a sacrilege, it was a God's sin, to leave your husband although it was beating you was seen badly why then if you were leaving it you were more or less that a prostitute. Only some / previous expert I pay of 1 million ancient pesetas of then and with the papal consent of Rome and of ecclesiastic form he could gain access to the matrimonial nullity. Therefore to the everlasting social elites.

There were vehicles in the streets, all equal ones, as in the USSR of the 80s, (about my trips to the USSR I will speak in another occasion) all identical ones, Seat 600 and 850 and Renault 4 L, more acquaintances as the "Cuatrolatas". There was no Freedom of expression. The movies rooms were for categories, of Premiere or of Rerun. I was a lucky child (but that does not come to the case now but that's why I count it) in any case, the NODE was always omnipresent. Where the Commander was inaugurating of compulsive form marshes, it was catching trout, his grandchildren were bathing with dolphins in the Ría of Arousa, (it looks you where that one of his granddaughters keeps on appearing nowadays by TV … the customs continue and continue …) Raspberry there was bathing with the ambassador of USA in Almeria for an alarm of nothing of nosequé appliance that him fell down to an avioncito of the US NAVY that was a nuclear bomb.

The things were going so well that the families forgot the extraperlo, the primer of rationing, the factories were packed in Sabadell and Terrassa, in Maresme, in Baix Llobregat. Barcelona thanks to his dynamism and his managerial methodology and the phenomenon of the bourgeoisie turned into the big financial lung of Spain. Also Madrid why a Law of the Franco period proteccionísta and was centralist forcing that any company with more than 250 workers (if my memory does not cheat me was forcing that a delegation had to have in the capital of Spain) things of the appearances, in addition to that of course the whole CENTRAL ADMINISTRATION, QUITE EVEN TO DO THE ID card WAS HAPPENING FOR MADRID, Madrid was and keeps on being the city of the excellent officials …, in Basque Country the Blast furnaces were producing to very low cost ships, as in the Country Valencia and Gallicia in Bazán. The Seat in Barcelona, the Renault in Valladolid, the Citröen in Vigo, etc …

What happened really at the end of the 50s and the decade of the 60s? Thanks to this economic growth to the beast, after a traumatic civil war, after two decades of famine and repression, with a dictatorship that opened a little the hand with a Law of tricky amnesty (why there were death penalties like those of the Process of Burgos, Puig Antich, Julian Grimau between others …) The generational pyramid grew of beastly form. Our parents and our mothers started procreating (I did not say follar like madmen / experts) emulating the example mediático of the familiar conception of the Opus Dei.

The Generation was born X in Spain.

And skylight, the structure of the generational pyramid was allowing then a certain sostenibilidad of the system, let's see like age in Spain in the 50s:

And these are the forecasts in Spain for the year 2052:

I leave the topic opened for the debate … have some conclusions, but in this occasion I prefer a good debate on this matter. The comments are for that … you know already.