The world is very crazy. More than crazy, very crazy. If he were less crazy, it would seem to us that we are also crazy and we would end up not recognizing the crazy world that we have built after centuries and centuries of programming errors by Humanity. Our sanity is our worldly madness. While high military commanders (very, very boring) of various European countries call on citizens to prepare for a (supposed) war, the two great passages for the planet's goods (the Suez and Panama canals) suffer, either due to tensions in the Red Sea, in one case, or due to drought, in the other. Fostering madness makes the Earth spin.
But, in this week of warming up for the Eurovision Song Contest, when we have learned that the song Zorra de Nebulossa is the most representative of today's Spain, we have realized that the most important thing is to return to the origins, to the most primal, That is to say, the only thing that really matters... And it is not money, but eating and drinking (the desired and increasingly scarce water).
These are not times to go beyond, to think about the protection of the planet, but the moral message, as if it were a fable, is that the future does not count, but only the present. Or what is the same, without the now there can be no after and, if in the end there is no after, at least let's make sure that there is a now. In other words, let's leave the debate on climate change for intellectual and eco-friendly gatherings. It is the fable of the green fox and the blue crow, two happy colors that have no place in this crazy, crazy, crazy world, where only the crazy, crazy, crazy and very crazy can survive.
In his fable The Raven and the Fox, Aesop (and Jean de La Fontaine, among others, later) told us how a fox (very cunning) steals a cheese, which had previously been stolen by a crow (all thieves, of course). therefore). The crow was on a tree branch out of reach of the fox, who also wanted to eat the piece of cheese and began to flatter the crow to do so. She even convinced him that she could sing better than any other bird. She insisted until she got the crow to sing, thus dropping the piece of cheese that she had in its beak. The fox caught it and ate it. In short, she teaches a moral: "Whoever finds you beauty that you don't have, always seeks to take away some of your assets."
We can sing about the beauties of our planet, but there will always be the need to slowly (or at an accelerated pace) steal its assets, its raw materials, even the air we breathe, which is contaminated by the actions of human beings. In this context, in the climate change debate, the fox always wins over the crow. This is how it is understood that the European Commission plans to reduce emissions by 90% in 2040, but has left out for now greater environmental demands on the agricultural sector. The present is more important than the future. And the European elections are just around the corner.
The tractors that have formed processions on the roads, entering Barcelona like tanks along the Diagonal before the eyes of thousands of Barcelonans (and tourists), as if it were a Three Wise Men's Parade, are not electric, nor do they need to. . But farmers in the European Union are asked to live as if the EU were a green bubble, when the rest of the world is other colors.
The great paradox is that agriculture, the most primary sector of our food chain, is the one that is raising the alarm calling for a brake on environmental demands in community territory, especially in a context in which products enter supermarkets. from other countries outside the Union that are not nearly as demanding. It is the fable of the green fox and the blue crow. You cannot flatter the countryside and then steal from it. That is why the discourse of the value of the present is increasingly imposed over the philosophy of ensuring a future.
"I'm going to go out into the street to shout what I feel... To the four winds," says Zorra's lyrics. That's what farmers have done this week. For a liter of milk, farmers are paid 50 cents, but, on the other hand, the price in the supermarket ranges between 90 cents and 1.24 euros. The one who suffers is the one who has the cows to get milk and the one who ends up buying it and drinking it. Because? Because the world is crazy, crazy, crazy. More than crazy, very crazy. And, if he were less crazy, it would seem to us that we are crazy too and we would end up not recognizing the crazy world we have built.
