Thursday, April 28, 2011

My Royal wedding

They arrived almost a week before the appointment for fear of not seeing the prince, wife and royal procession. Just because provident, camped just outside the entrance of the Gothic abbey of Westminster tomorrow to host the event of events (at least for them). The friendly campers who can not wait to enjoy the Royal Wedding, the royal marriage between William and Kate, are very young, since apart from a couple of kids with their parents, many of them well over seventy.

But organized and willing, yes. There is the old man who sits all decked with flags to scrutinize the arrival of the press and curious. There is a royalist grandmother, born Gwen Murray, 76. To kill time, Gwen is knitted and flaunts security to sell when you are asked if they are ready for the rain on the capital provided in abundance to bless the wedding.

"So what? If it rains, that changes? ". How to say right now, I really did not want to lose a bit 'of water. A little man completely covered with portraits of national - t-shirt real-couple surrounded by a heart and Union Jack cap included - turns his admiring gaze at the Abbey. With his blue eyes wide open and fast speech intelligible to the limits, shows off the pride of being the first to camp to see go (by car) and exit (in coach, just like in the old fairy tales), and bridegroom he envied bride.

A row of tents unrolls behind the Press Centre, a kind of amusement park for journalists around the world. That fact, hungry for news on preparations for the wedding, they wander endlessly to make all sorts of questions, including the most obvious. Does she want to meet the King and Queen, the little man? "Of course you do - respond - and I have already done with the Queen many times.

You will hear more about me, "he added showing the collections of newspapers with his picture. Just move a few steps, those which lead to the square in front of the Westminster Parliament, because the scene changes, as in a mirror that reflects the opposite. No more than a dozen other tents along the sidewalk, while the central lawn and fence.

No journalists, just someone happened to be there. It is the "Village Democracy." That is what remains after evacuation orders, with its flags and its calls for peace to drag the kids away from the British war fronts, Afghanistan first. But how, if they are still not completely gone yet? "We have only an injunction to leave, comunicataci by the Court." Beard long and sharp, dark glasses and a military cap drop, Len Miskulin sits at the banquet of signatures against the war missions.

Croatian origin in the UK for 35 years, Len seraphic explains: "Nobody is asking us to leave, not even the police. We do not have them, in a democratic country the police would have the task of enforcing the rules. And no we do not break them. " Risen above two degrees cardboard boxes storied anti-militarist slogans on the sides of the banquet, two men stand out in an orange jumpsuit, the right still standing, one on the left squatting and handcuffed.

Protest against Guantanamo, where he recalls Len, were also detained British citizens. What will happen tomorrow, when the nuptial procession will pass through its Parliament Square? "Well, they pass well. We are here before and not leaving. " "We do not want to cause - confirms peaceful Mark Williams, another activist - Just to remind those who govern us that we must stop the war with lies." The forecast includes rain for the Royal Wedding, both on the streets of Westminster.

Neither the grandmother of the monarchy, nor think Len is a big problem, apparently. , April 28, 2011

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