Thank you so much, Mr. Montoro.

In the glorious era of Minister Montoro, all kinds of artists of the pen, the guitar, or poetry were subject to tax inspections. In an inspection, you must first pay, and then, if there's money left, prove your innocence. Managers affiliated with Mr. Montoro's party, who believed themselves untouchable precisely because of their membership ("I do what I can, they won't tell me anything"), promised and manipulated. They all had a small economic team tailored to their needs. If we workers were a little more important, a Montoro would have come to us and said: "Don't worry, I'll change the law so you don't have to pay 500 euros a month in fees, which are among the most expensive in Europe, to have the right to work." And he would have also said: "Don't worry, I'll let you deduct a little on gasoline, a little clothing, and a little per diem so you can travel around the world."

Now Pedro Sánchez promises he'll review this gentleman's laws, which he tailored to his clients when he was Finance Minister and ranted about fraud. He made the laws he made for a fee, so he made them for those who didn't need them. Spain's interests? I'm stuck on this line.

Let him review them, yes. And let him review, while he's at it, the tax amnesty. That amnesty was designed—once again—for the biggest fraudsters, not for you, madam, who posted two extra tickets in the quarterly report. And let him review the tax inspections from that time, on all those people, to see if something can be changed. How difficult, these days of the year, when everyone has to pay their rent as best they can, to hear talk of social redistribution, of your taxes going to hospitals (no one knows which ones) or roads and trains (I suppose in very distant areas, or we would have noticed by now). We earn the same as others, we pay the same taxes as others, but our apartments, tolls, cuts, and shops are much more expensive. What superlative cynicism, that "we are all the Treasury," Mr. Montoro kept repeating while pocketing contracts, and who knows if he was also repeating a friendly: "Don't worry, this is done."