Jimmy died in self-defense, which is the resource of the free. There are people who they push their rebellion to the point of death when it comes out of their noses. Jimmy was like that. So when, a few weeks ago, he told me that he would not write his column for OKDIARIO because “I don’t feel very well”, I thought it was Jimmy in his purest form.
It was the end of August and I imagined it delivered to the moliciesmoking his article with that irremediable elegance that only those who put their life to the maximum possess. Jimmy was not feeling well and ended up dying at the very moment that the government was detailing its gag law.
The door was slammed shut, sending everything to hell at the precise moment freedom began to bleed. Not to see it, as only the great can. “I don’t want to see it!” he shouted. Frederic when the boy brought the white sheet that covered Ignacio Sanchez Mejias at five o’clock in the afternoon.
Jimmy was a anarchist of principles with a specific penal code, a contemporary Poe that, unlike Edgar Allenhe wasted no time in putting in place the conditions to achieve happiness. The simplest way, using the cliché, is to say that he was a big boy, but he was quite the opposite: a big boy. and a huge human being.
I will miss him on Friday afternoons, when he sent me, with British punctuality, the same message on my mobile: “Thanks for avoiding the trial.” And I, after adapting his text to the law, responded with a brief “We order.”
Like this for five years. You left in self-defense, Jimmy.I know. That’s why I don’t blame you, namesake. Long live freedom, dammit!
