No, please...

We read in ARA

that the political party Ciutadans "has made a bet in the courts" and has joined as a popular accusation in the Ábalos case, concerning alleged corruption by the PSOE and the Spanish government, and in the case of the management of the storm in the Valencian Community. Those who pull the strings understand that this gives you visibility, as happened to Vox with the Catalan independence process.

Everything is far behind. It's as if we were different people, as if all that happened, that effervescence, that desire to express ourselves, the feeling of making history, had been buried under ashes, like the ruins of Pompeii. We are the mummies of then, surprised by the volcano's eruption in our last pose, like a 3D portrait. We have all forgotten those days in the way we knew how, dedicating ourselves to other monocultures more favorable to climate change. We have become detached, individualistic, closed off again, without the desire to shake hands again, like we always were. Again those who distrust. The tidy skeptics, those who wanted everything, from that harvest, knowing and not wanting to know that it always rains too much.

From that time, I have completely forgotten the tension, the bad mood of Ciutadans. The aggressiveness of going to villages to look for a fight, the photos in Parliament, for Vogue

or I don't know which fashion magazine, of the party leader; that tone, above all, above all, always angry. I have never seen such angry people, and it seems to me that it is the only thing I cannot stand in life. Reading the article in ARA, all that came to mind and the laziness, an active laziness, this time, has taken over me. I don't want to hear that scolding tone again, like a teacher from before, like a dissatisfied husband. I don't want to hear grumblers again. Please, don't show me them giving lessons.