Let us not be alarmed

October. Elections are called in Spain, and in Catalonia, it rains buckets with lightning and thunder and a lot of water and a lot of lightning and thunder. October. Elections are called in Spain, and in Catalonia, it rains buckets with thunder and lightning and a lot of lightning and a lot of thunder and a lot of water and Llarena lifts the arrest warrant for Puigdemont. Not because of the Llarena of the Supreme Court but because of the Constitutional Court and not because of the Constitutional Court but because of the CJEU. The rain continues and the campaign begins before the elections have even been called because the campaign is always underway. The rain has the advantage that, at some point, it stops raining. The campaign, on the other hand, always overwhelms us. Nothing is so much for the country as it is for the survival of the parties. Oh, the parties. For personal survival itself. Oh, the egos. There are those who, without us knowing how, always manage to stay on the surface and not drown. Mazón. There is, above all, a déjà-vu, a kind of stalled commuter train, or a commuter train, it doesn't need the adjective, carrying the same passengers from one election to the next. The motivation has to do with the fear of those who might come and the lack of motivation with the fact that there is no one to excite us. No one told us that voting was easy. They only told us to vote. And they will put up posters and banners as if we were walking down the street today looking up and not looking at our mobile phones, which is what we do with our necks bent. We don't see the clouds. We only turn off the ES-Alert. October. Elections are called in Spain, and in Catalonia, it rains buckets with lightning and thunder. October. It stops raining and a longed-for coolness arrives. So that we don't get too excited, since we are Catalans, they already warn that the coolness is temporary. A taste of autumn. Honey on the lips. I sweat just thinking that the heat of the summer that made us sweat through everything might return.

October. On the 19th there will be a general rehearsal. Chemical risk alert. First, an ES-Alert will notify about the drill and then 119 sirens spread across Catalonia will sound at the same time starting at ten in the morning. The goal is for us to identify the sound of the sirens. And that we do not miss the ES-Alert when it is not raining. In the Odyssey the song of the sirens made ships shipwreck. Here, the sirens are there to save us. Mind you, the order will be reversed in case of a real chemical risk. First, the sirens will sound and then the ES-Alert will explain to you why the sirens have sounded. I suppose with these texts that are longer than a day of heavy rain. Although it is always better to be safe than sorry. What is regrettable is that essential infrastructures leak even when it is not raining. At this rate, I do not know if it is better for us to live confined and for the ES-Alert to warn us when we can go out. And an ES-Alert to remind us that there are elections. And an ES-Alert so that we do not get alarmed if we have not gone to the Oques Grasses concert or have not read anything by Anne Carson. May the alarm act as a counter-alarm. Because autumn asks to tend towards calm and, for the moment, October is more humid than hot and, more than peaceful, it is restless. But it is a Hispanic bridge holiday. And we will have a legionnaire goat and, with luck, a lantern. Not everything is lost.