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    <title><![CDATA[Ara Balears in English - Maternity]]></title>
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      <title><![CDATA[Mothers, who are you when you are not mothers?]]></title>
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      <description><![CDATA[<p><img src="https://static1.ara.cat/clip/7119478a-3764-4c2b-9e70-110a23b2d5d0_16-9-aspect-ratio_default_0.jpg" /></p><p>I am stretched out, on the beach, half reading, half looking around me, catching other stories in passing. A mother emerges from among the beach umbrellas, almost crawling on the sand, struggling to reach the front line, laden with everything. She is accompanied by her twins. It's not entirely clear who is dragging whom. But she lies down, defeated, on the towel, which she hasn't even bothered to straighten when she took it out of the bag. She hasn't taken off her clothes either. And I can see her bikini through her white, Ibizan-style blouse. She's also wearing some <em>denim shorts</em> that she has no intention of taking off. And some black XXL sunglasses, where the expression I'd like to decipher is hidden. The twins don't move much from her side. They lie around her, adoring her, like in a Sorolla painting. They touch her hair, resting their little heads on different parts of their mother's body, also looking at the sea, in silence. After a period of rest, the two girls start to stir and liven up. They put on their swimsuits and go for a swim. The mother shows no sign of movement, let alone concern. The fact that she doesn't feel any unease seeing her six or seven-year-old daughters go to the sea alone makes me think she has already saved them from something much more dangerous. Whatever it is, it has devastated her. I feel like I am witnessing the conclusion of a crusade, as if this moment were the last chapter of a long story, the scene just before the final credits. </p>]]></description>
      <dc:creator><![CDATA[Alba Tarragó]]></dc:creator>
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      <pubDate><![CDATA[Sun, 03 May 2026 14:17:57 +0000]]></pubDate>
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      <media:title><![CDATA[Hail Mary shows us the life that takes place on the margins, when mothers do not behave as such.]]></media:title>
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      <subtitle><![CDATA[Three everyday scenes portray the complexity of motherhood and question the myth of the mother as an idealized figure]]></subtitle>
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      <title><![CDATA[The stories that tell what it was like to give birth at home 60 years ago]]></title>
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      <description><![CDATA[<p><img src="https://static1.ara.cat/clip/c4bc4071-24a3-45bf-a02f-5c007045e0e1_16-9-aspect-ratio_default_0.jpg" /></p><p>For centuries, women were considered 'factories of God's children.' Not having children was frowned upon. For most, the only possible contraceptive method was choosing the days of their menstrual cycle when they didn't ovulate. And this wasn't always calculated accurately. Then they had to think about the moment of childbirth, which took place at home in less than ideal conditions. Catalina Noguera Garí, 85, remembers that experience very well. She greets us sitting near the brazier in her house in Vilafranca de Bonany, intrigued to know what interest her life might hold. Two of her four children, Maria and Miquel, are with her.</p>]]></description>
      <dc:creator><![CDATA[Antoni Janer Torrens]]></dc:creator>
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      <pubDate><![CDATA[Sat, 20 Dec 2025 16:11:42 +0000]]></pubDate>
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      <media:title><![CDATA[Francisca Nicolau Garí, 89, from Villafranca, with a picture of her nine children, six of whom she gave birth to at home.]]></media:title>
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      <subtitle><![CDATA[Two women in their eighties recount in ARA Baleares their experience of giving birth at home with the help of a midwife, who was once a veritable institution in villages]]></subtitle>
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      <title><![CDATA[Just friendship]]></title>
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      <description><![CDATA[<p>"Félix is a tough guy," is how my 17-year-old son describes his roommate for a week in the hospital. Félix is a very old man with serious heart problems. Every time his cell phone rings, a flamenco song plays loudly, and he gets angry if it's a company trying to advertise for the umpteenth time. We spent 24 hours with him, met his wife, two of his children, in-laws, and other relatives, and laughed at his grandson's videos.</p>]]></description>
      <dc:creator><![CDATA[Maria Llull]]></dc:creator>
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      <pubDate><![CDATA[Sat, 13 Dec 2025 16:42:17 +0000]]></pubDate>
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      <title><![CDATA[My son is Spanish]]></title>
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      <description><![CDATA[<p>Having a teenager tests your ability to respect freedom of thought and expression, especially when one of the intrinsic qualities of this stage of life is to do the opposite of your parents. So, since my concept of Spain is that of a chaotic and disorganized foreign country, filled with fascist seeds that are growing at a worrying rate, my pup has decided to be proud of being Spanish. Furthermore, he's developed a curious philosophical theory about his Spanishness: "You can say 'Long live Spain!' and hate bullfighting," he said the other day—he was very happy because he'd met a very pretty young woman who thinks exactly like him.</p>]]></description>
      <dc:creator><![CDATA[Maria Llull]]></dc:creator>
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      <pubDate><![CDATA[Sat, 27 Sep 2025 17:30:21 +0000]]></pubDate>
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