The ‘in solidarity with Ceuta’ demonstrations this week have heated up our days a little more, if that were even possible. To the intense humidity of this September has been added the acidic stench of the rancid mold of outdated Spanish nationalism. We Catalans have always had to receive, and still receive, lessons on how we must face our national liberation. Meanwhile, when Spain takes off the mask of the slaughtered lamb, the wolf of fascism soon peeks out.