31/12/2018
Flipping out, Dad, flipping out
People have been asking me, it’s normal, after 5 days in Rome with 1500 Catholics, I
expected the questions.
How is it there? What is the Pope like?… And many more questions of that kind
I always answer the same: Flipping out, I keep flipping out
You can’t explain in words what you go through in a situation like this, living things like
the ones we have lived, sorry to be so repetitive, but I keep FLIPPING OUT
How can you feel bad having this? How can you return to your hometown without
completely revolutionizing it after this? How can it be that 5 years ago, this was 20
losers praying in a Church in Madrid? How can it be that the Pope gave us
some minutes of his day to talk to you on your behalf? Anyway, I keep flipping out
It’s amazing, it gives you goosebumps, 3 hours by train, 22 hours by boat, another 2 hours by
metros and trains, walking for 10 minutes and finally arriving at a place many
kilometers from your home, a beautiful place, full of tents and bungalows, a few
caravans and many, many people who love each other and love you until it hurts,
you see young parents, and others not so young, with their children living faith in community, you see
whole families who have endured hours in vans or caravans to live for a few
days, unforgettable and magical moments by your side. You see young people who like you, have escaped
a few days from University to fill themselves with you, to revolutionize their hometown, to be
the salt of the earth. When you see that, you see that love people have for each other, and the affection with which they
treat each other… guess what…
FLI-PAS
You arrive, greet those you know, they introduce you to those you don’t, they show you that you sleep inside
a 1.70 meter long tent, in which you don’t fit, but you think, yes Yeyo fits,
who is 2 meters tall, so do I.
In the blink of an eye and with a beer in hand, you are listening to Josepe saying
that the next day, that is, Friday, you will see along with everyone around you and
many who have yet to arrive, Pope Francis, after this they expect you to go to
bed but you keep flipping out
The next day, after having slept little and badly, because as you are a genius, you have
forgotten the sleeping bag and the mat, you take a quick shower and a bad coffee, take a taxi and go to
visit Rome, you kill time to enter the Vatican and wait for the Pope to arrive, as if
you were going to a friend’s house and sat in the living room, waiting for him to finish showering.
After this, and after the Pope gives you some advice and the music group makes the Pope’s hair stand on end again, I meet you for the first time Dad, I
meet you in The Host and at that moment FLI-PAS
After an hour with you, I go to see you again, but in another place, because we had already
flipped out enough, can you imagine? Holy Hour and Mass in the Vatican… It will come
The next day was a spectacle, I had a great time like a little kid, to be honest this day
was marked on my calendar, since I had been spoiled that there was going to be
concert, and even Napoleon knew that I was going to have a blast that day. But
besides the concert what we didn’t know was that there was going to be what was called The
Congress of the Christian Revolution, in which 3 doctors and a translator spoke, they
gave us testimonies and we saw a small preview of several Hakuna projects, one of them
caused me one of the biggest laughter attacks of my life, the Hakuna play,
called “Godspell”, my goodness, what a damn riot.
This was just the beginning of the day, since after a long walk and without eating anything
we arrived at the church of Santa María La Mayor, where a great friend of yours, Don
Carlos Osoro, was waiting for us, who gave us Mass and then enjoyed a Holy Hour with all
of us.
When we arrived at the campsite, we found what I like, a good mess, concert and
party.
What to say about the concert, a damn madness, with stellar appearances by the mother of the
Martí, or with Vertigo sung by an internationally renowned baritone, also
we enjoyed songs from Hakuna Group Music and some new songs, all this while
we enjoyed the party, the alcohol, the dancing, shouting REVOLUTION, with goosebumps,
wanting to cry, loving each other, loving each other more and more, leaving our voices in every
song, enjoying you dad, enjoying the gift you have given us by bringing Hakuna forward.
Dad, I flip out with you, with the love you spread, with the will to live you give us, with the strength
you give us, with the purpose you have tattooed on us that none should be lost, with the
revolution you have started. I have been with the Pope!
Dad, people ask me how it was at the HAM, and I can only say one thing…
Flipping out, I keep flipping out
