Like a fool walking around with the chati, there is no San Fermín bullfight without a specimen of the best-prepared generation in history who records the event, the frenzy and who knows if, with time and a cane, his own dead, an outcome that would bring him many likes.
Yesterday, several individuals appeared who were running - disturbing - and recording themselves with their mobile phones in the Cebada Gago bullring, dangerous due to the dispersion and excess of personnel, 70% of which - being generous, San Fermín obliges - only they make the Easter bunny, because they neither run nor have an idea – two would be a lot – of what a wild bull is and can do when it lacks respect.
Where they see it, a bull is a dignified animal and in ancient ways, one of the last in the fauna of the 21st century, which demands respect and good morning. You don't buy it or make it obsequious with a walk through the streets of Pamplona, Estafeta amunt, elementary fact that the fools on the mobile phone in the middle of the bullfight ignore.
In human terms, how can someone be so badass as to expose their life to record something that TVE already broadcasts in full detail? The reader will be told that more or less expose the runners and pa na. The real runner, the one who gives meaning to a party that lasts 204 hours, is the opposite of the cell phone exhibitionist.
He runs and exposes life for himself, for true love of a tradition that his father and grandfathers already experienced, without television or networks or beasts that stumble and are forbidden.
He runs in front of a wild boar – faster and faster, you can tell that the cattlemen make them go to the gym – because he wants to overcome fear, a very healthy exercise to get to know yourself.
And he risks, of course, and more because of those who passed by and disturb what is not written, but with the peace of mind that the sponsor, the sponsor (for the laity), the fucking master, is a generous saint who handles the cape better than Morante de la Puebla and makes some saves that save lives.
Anyone who has had the good fortune to know Navarre and its people is never a stranger to these festivals that defy the babbling logic of the world of 2023. We have San Fermín left...
