Who will read the 237 names of the deceased on the front page?

It took me three minutes and fifty-five seconds to read the 237 names that fill today's front page ofABCI started the timer because I was curious about what specific effort the newspaper was asking of me, and I fear that few people will stop to look at this tedious litany of surnames. One death is a drama, a tragedy, and a hundred... a statistic. The newspaper resorts to this tactic, which is more sensationalist than journalistic. If it truly wants to pay tribute, it's not enough to transform the list of fatalities into a macabre phone book: it must tell their stories, the circumstances of their deaths, their shattered dreams. The endless reading of names can offer the reader little beyond the cumulative effect (which can be desensitizing). Some obvious conclusions, for example, are that nature knows no homelands or origins: there are Elvires and Amparos, but also Isaams and Mohammeds. There are Maria Àngels and also Azucenas. The vast majority are identified by one or two surnames, but a couple of cases caught my attention: a Manuel and a Scarlett who appear only with their first names. They stand out in their nakedness, due to the lack of identification. Were they undocumented? The mud swept away their lives, and even in this minimal act of recognition and remembrance, they appear mutilated, just a single word to record their passage through this life.

In any case, theABC He's exerting pressure from the right to oust Mazón. Perhaps he's doing so because he fears that keeping that disastrous and volatile character as president of the Valencian Generalitat could harm Feijóo's chances, so this whole display of emotional resources is just a cunning maneuver to play the game that truly matters to them.