A few days ago, my wife and daughter and several friends went to celebrate Halloween night in an urbanization on the outskirts of Barcelona.
They went in a group, and knocked on the doors of the houses to the voice of "trick or treat!".
The most generous offered them chocolate bars and the kids shared them out and, so excited, ran out for more.
They then went to the Tunnel of Terror.
A crowd of onlookers gathered at the gates of the attraction: girls and boys and adults and children formed a long queue, lasting an hour.
Patients, wait.
And they waited and waited.
And an hour later Shakira and her children and two bodyguards showed up, pushed their way through, without any hesitation, without even attending the queue, and entered the Tunnel of Terror to the outrage of the parish.
-Can not be!
My wife, Silvia Taulés, takes injustice badly, so she grabbed her cell phone, filmed the episode, Shakira's offense and the shameful example she offered her children, and distributed it on social media.
Bffffff.
His exercise woke up the trolls, fans who idolize the world star, whatever he does, sing or out of tune or twerk or skip children's queues.
For four days, Silvia had to endure all kinds of insults:
-Old woman.
–Fea.
– Liar.
-Parasite.
Already experienced in these tasks, my wife took a step back and sat down to watch the show: she chose to remain silent as the storm raged.
–Envious. Shakira shouldn't even pay taxes, with everything she gives us.
– Resentful.
-Bitch.
–Who is this lady who is not washing Shakira's bathroom?
Fascinated, I followed the scene, observing Silvia's indifference and the growing anger of the trolls, and in that nonsense of comments, I observed two that made me reflect on everything that was happening:
–Anyone who disrespects (the world star) will be attacked by her fans, and even Shakira has no control over that.
And the other, this one precisely from Silvia:
-I don't even want to imagine what Shakira's so-called fans must say to Gerard Piqué. And the guy is silent like a man.
Seen the show in perspective, I limit myself to writing this column and, through it, congratulating Silvia. Because of her cold blood and because the other Tuesday, All Saints' Day, was her birthday.
