Shelter

In the morning, while doing that lovely thing of "decorating the house" for the celebration (it's more of a celebration than a party), as a declaration of intent that essentially says "You are welcome," we read the day's news in the ARA. Department of Social Rights has signed an agreement with the entities to provide shelter for the homeless of Badalona, ​​who lack it and have taken refuge under bridges. Every year, when the Institut d'Estudis Catalans chooses the neologism of the yearWe played a game where we tried to guess the most "beautiful" word in our language. Shelter It's one of those that always wins. Well then. It seems we'll put it into practice.

We can think whatever we want about the "phenomenon" of immigration, which must be regulated, of course, and we can think whatever we want about the "phenomenon" of squatting, of course, but if we have a gang of people right in front of us who have nowhere to spend the night, and if they've been expelled from the place where they most often sought refuge from the far right, we end up thinking that this damage makes too much noise.

We're moved by the fable of the infant Jesus at the settlement, because it's comfortable and not risky to be moved by things that are already history. Today's expelled people, by being here, eat, defecate, make a mess, and are like us. Therefore, it's better that we don't consider them. It always surprises me, all those people who get emotional about the Spanish Civil War but, on the other hand, couldn't care less about any active war that might be happening right now, right next door.

Any true far-right supporter knows that you don't expel trench dwellers in winter, on the eve of Christmas, when we all have softer hearts. Good deeds or bad deeds can't be exaggerated to the extreme, or the propaganda will backfire. Merry Christmas.