3 years ago I was now downloading the locations of the voting locations of the Catalan independence referendum, as the websites that listed them were taken offline (and duplicated) constantly. As a foreigner I couldn't vote, but was still ready to go and give whichever support.

The day of the vote itself my parents arrived in BCN. I went to get them at the airport in the morning and waited at the arrival hall of El Prat with a just-bought estelada. Until that meant trouble with the Guardia Civil, who were extremely nervous.

Back in BCN I went with my parents to look at the outside of several polling stations. Voters had to be neutral, but I didn't. Thanks to my Estelada with me in the street several people that saw the beating images coming in from the news, asked me if I knew where they could vote.

I remember a girl working on the Mc Donald's of Passeig de Gràcia running behind me to ask where and till what time she could vote. Surreal moments. Luckily I had my maps on the phone. I could make a small difference.

That rainy day was one of the most absurd days in my life, but what many Catalans will agree, a day that gave a feeling that people can change things. It makes me angry that the beaters of that day got rewarded with a better salary, an unseen cynism from Madrid.

But what makes me even more angry is that independentist parties don't do anything with the victory of that day. They are preferring posts, nice wages and posh restaurants in Madrid, over the dignity that the people showed that day. And that's an utter shame.

#NiOblitNiPerdo