This summer I was stupidly worried about our hung parliament; the provisional government and the skyrocketing public debt, who at dinner with friends asked if there would be investment or non-investment ... And I took some notes:
1) I was left wondering why most of them seemed, beyond Barbiehaimer and Rubialdemont, to have more important things to comment on and looked at me as if I was telling them about life in Centaurus.
2) And we must rejoice and take it not as frivolous indifference towards our politics; but as a healthy trust in which the most important thing in it no longer depends on mutant parties or repeated elections, but on our strong institutions and a mature civil society. People pass - thank God - because they know that nothing will happen.
3) Maybe we are not a Scandinavian democracy; but the few amoina who, on the other hand, see us sailing like unconscious dancers in the orchestra of Waterloo towards the iceberg of chaos, secession and economic collapse and propose great lifeboats and historic pacts to save we... overact.
So no, fellow columnists, smoke sellers and metered pollsters: we will not drown in this trickle of ambition and burdens that will be the 9 1/2 weeks we have today until there is president or ballot boxes.
4) The wisest - and well-placed - of my diners have responded with a short sentence and a lot of cynicism: "There will be president Sánchez repe, because they are more interested in him and the one from Waterloo than the alternative. And all the noise their mariachis make will affect us only to the extent that we pay attention to it."
5) As in Kim Bassinger's Nine and a Half Weeks , the mediocre dialogue and predictable plot will only excuse the contortion, which today is as innocent as it is boring except for nostalgic boomers of ideology. Hard porn will continue to be that of ERC against Junts; that of Feijóo before the young ascendant in her party; and that of Sánchez in front of the old people who in theirs can subtract votes when they need it most.