The Facebook group of neighbors in my village – it is my mother's, but there is a sentimental inheritance – has more followers than inhabitants. It's a modest account, without squiggles of videos and direct or selfies in every small corner to chase the excesses of the algorithm. For years he has maintained a constant rhythm of publications to energize the life and bonds of an Asturian corner of seven thousand or so inhabitants. A real digital playground for neighbors. A social network.
Thanks to "Pravia al dedillo" I learned about the existence of Claudia, the neighbor who didn't sell me Wallapop. But to get to Claudia, my namesake Lucía must first exist. She is the Praviana who dedicates her free time to show that there are also things to explain there every day, and she does it without being an influencer. Discreet chronicler of the town's affairs and characters, it doesn't make a big deal out of it, but it makes the town. In order to reach Lucía and Claudia, my aunt Ana must also exist, who in addition to tying knots to the Saint (“los cojones te ato y hasta que no aparezca no te los desato”), took it for granted that the Facebook group would fix the problem. I laughed
The problem was not really important because it is one that money can solve. But there's also a lot of sentimental value in the first console you share with your kids and in the entire game collection you build together. We lost the Switch with the dozens of video games and this on the second-hand market has a translation of several hundred euros - placing it in a resale shop or hacking it on Wallapop would have been as easy as pressing play . For Claudia's daughter, who found the case with the small fortune, it could have been an invisible Christmas friend. But a message in this group with more followers than villagers triggered the chain. Claudia could have read the message and passed on everything: almost everyone has dwarfs or adults around who could put it to good use. Or withdraw some euros. To my surprise, what would become the "internet, do your magic" meme worked this time.
So, thanks to losing that family treasure on Christmas Eve, the next day we had a Christmas story to remember that digital life is also all those good people we cross paths with virtually, who are more but make less noise than the trolls And we undid the Saint's knots, of course.
