It may have been the last time they were seen together in public. It was April 22 and the La Vanguardia party was being celebrated on Sant Jordi's Eve. He was already at the Alma hotel. And she arrived, becoming the soul of that party. None of those present raised as much anticipation as she did.
He, who a year earlier had left organic politics after his defeat in Madrid and had elected her as his successor, had a fly in his nose. Things were not going as he would have liked. However, when he had the chance, he went to her and gave his girlfriend a conscript soldier's hug at the train station. She, without losing her smile, let him go: "Lately you've been very lazy."
This is how Lola García described it last Sunday, and Yolanda Díaz herself reminded me of it when we finished recording the interview that will be broadcast tomorrow. We met the vice president at a Japanese restaurant and she was an hour late. I fell asleep at the table waiting for her. Literally And I got a big fright when he woke me up. It's not a good idea to start an interview right after a narcoleptic micronap. And less so when you know that in that interview you will be observed with a magnifying glass.
Díaz arrived with the smile that almost always accompanies him, which brightens his eyes and reduces any type of tension. In the half hour of conversation, I put some words that Maruja Torres said to me about her and that I didn't say at the time: "I would like to break her smile, but not to hurt her, but so that we could talk about 'something without empathy'. And, don't ask me why, but from that moment the smile of the Sumar leader faded, as if Maruja Torres had given her a poisoned apple to bite.
Things crescendoed as the questions progressed. It was the first time I saw Yolanda Díaz visibly angry in a television interview. No empathy whatsoever. Answers without hot rags. forceful Maruja will like it.
The vice president is fed up. She says she didn't want to be a minister, vice-president, or candidate for the presidency of the Government. It reminds me of those students who leave the exam saying they will fail and get a nine and a half. If you don't want to be a presidential candidate, don't drive more than 20,000 kilometers in seven months.
The Spanish minister who squared off with the CEOE to double Spain's minimum wage, who imposed ERTEs in the midst of a pandemic, and who approved his labor reform in extremis, the last thing he expected was for him to be one of his what else made his life impossible. "I'll screw up your life", said Pablo Iglesias in an ironic tone when he appointed her as his successor. What she didn't know was that he was going to fuck her so much.
Iglesias and Díaz have known each other for years. They are (or at least have been) friends. very friends And I think that both of them are hurt by the situation they are going through. Next Saturday, April 22, they will meet again at La Vanguardia's Sant Jordi festival. Mr. Comte de Godó, rent adjoining rooms of the Hotel Alma so that all of us who do not want to miss the greeting between the betrayed and the betrayed can fit in. Mr. Jordi Juan, buy a blue helmet for the occasion. Mr. Pedro Vallín, rent a priest's suit and officiate a remarriage ceremony between those who loved each other.
Mr. Iglesias, Mrs. Díaz, give each other a rose and a book. And end the suffering of so many left-wing Spaniards who have been having a hard time with their show for months. Do they know that their school yard fight can end with Feijóo and Abascal in Moncloa? Think about it for a moment, and may Sant Jordi bless you.
