I don't know if this August has been the worst month in the life of Alberto Núñez Feijóo, as Lucía Méndez has written in El Mundo, but it is clear that it has been long, he has not enjoyed it and, what is more important , has not been successful in the efforts to reach Moncloa. Contrast his serious face with Sánchez's relaxed appearance in the recent meeting alone in Congress. The acting president went on vacation after the tough election campaign and has returned fresh as a rose, while his closest collaborators went down to the mine to secure the votes that would allow Sánchez to repeat in the in front of the Government.
This image in the middle of summer made me think of the poet Josep Vicenç Foix, when a century ago he went to spend his summer in Port de la Selva after reading El Cafè de la Marina, by Josep Maria de Sagarra. Foix, as he passed by the establishment, heard the fishermen joking about "the white asses", immaculate and ironed, of the holidaymakers in contrast to the worn blue trousers of the people of the sea. The poet bought some of this same color so as not to stand out, in order to be able to converse with the fishermen. Sánchez has made the most of his holidays in blue pants and printed shirts in his days in Morocco and Lanzarote, erasing political meetings from the agenda. Feijóo has had few hours of celebration, as he has tried to talk to almost all the parties to force his investiture, without having time to change.
The meeting between Pedro Sánchez and Alberto Núñez Feijóo was a dialogue of the deaf. The leader of the PP asked him to let him govern for two years before going to another election, in exchange for six State pacts. It reminded me of a monologue by Joan Capri, which my grandmother loved, entitled The castaway. The comedian explained the shipwreck on a cruise, where he got a life preserver. Another man next to him did not have the same luck and asked him to leave his: "I just go there and come back". "But he doesn't see that I'm using him", Capri retorted, while the disorientated man insisted "leave it to me, leave it to me" at the same time as he collapsed. Life preservers are not left in shipwrecks, nor are two years of power in Moncloa.
