I do not know if there are surveys on what issues people talk about. I don't mean in the networks but in normal life, outside of these. I understand that the CIS has, of course, more important surveys to deal with at this time, especially Mr. Tezanos. I imagine him repeating that of “Virgencita, let me stay as I am” –in his case with the variant “where I am”– begging that Sánchez continue forever. Mr. Tezanos has plenty of reasons to implore the saints for his devotion or whoever he considers to have powers, so that everything continues as it is, since Feijóo has promised to throw him out immediately, if he wins the elections.
In the networks there are overlapping surveys. From Twitter, for example, information is continuously extracted on topics and issues of majority interest. That is what the so-called trending deals with – trend, in Spanish –, which consists of finding out what aspects are in the top ten, you know, the ten best and from there looking for a way to take advantage of such information to offer it to you, upon payment, to who may be interested.
I leave the networks aside and I propose to find out during this second week of July what people are talking about, I mean the one that is doing it live and direct with some body and soul interlocutor present, in places of leisure, but without decibels at full meter, where there is no possibility of mouth-to-ear communication, unless it is directly carnal, lip-lobe, omitted the usual, the one that goes from the phonation apparatus to the auditory one.
Thus, to comply with the Sunday precept that brings me to you every fortnight and with the intention of taking the pertinent notes to write this article without missing the truth, that means beginning the documentation process, I have bet every day in a beach bar to find out what people are talking about.
Since we are in the campaign, I assumed that the conversations this summer, at least in a well-fed 100 percent, would refer to the next elections. By listening carefully, I could also deduce which party would be the winner, or as they say in these cases, what was the intention of the chatty bathers on the beach of Cala Major in Mallorca, from where I am writing to you, to vote.
I have to confess, however, that hardly anyone was referring to the upcoming elections and even fewer gave any indication of what they intended to vote for, with the exception of two people. A lady and a gentleman.
I begin, with politically incorrect courtesy, given the current times, by giving her first place: she will vote for the candidate who has promised to throw out the squatters, something that directly affected her, she assured, because she has a house with a squatter. The man, on the other hand, was planning to vote for Sánchez, the lone ranger, he apostrophized and did not add more because the friend with whom he was speaking interrupted him, assuring that making us go to the polls with 40 degrees was a savage thing.
That hot-tempered reference was enough for the bias of the conversation, which interested me so much, to immediately twist and end up, as it used to happen in elevators, on the subject of the weather, in this case the heat.
The horrible, frightful, unbearable heat of this summer is the topic I have heard the most about this week with an added note: No party can fix that for us, whoever wins the elections wins.
We'll see what they talk about in the coming weeks. To be continue.
