To my country the pluja does not know ploure. “In my country the rain does not know how to rain. Either it rains little or it rains too much. If it rains little it is drought. If it rains too much it is a catastrophe” Raimon sang in 1984. Valenciano, from Xàtiva, was able to define that characteristic that takes its toll on his land from time to time. These days, they say, it is becoming an anthem for Valencians.
But this time it is not the same as what has happened so many others. The destruction of this DANA makes it one of the greatest catastrophes that this country has suffered. It has not come alone, but with fatal errors. Four days later, the mud continues to flood the streets of ground zero and they are barely removing it from the houses, the belongings, the vehicles that were dragged by the current, piled up in masses. The lives. Above all, lives in an unfathomable balance for emotions. In Valencia (there are other communities affected to a much lesser extent) it has taken the lives of almost 300 people so far (there are 70 bodies pending official removal) and 1,900 missing persons in a provisional figure, according to the minutes of the meeting between Minister Grande- Marlaska and the president of the Generalitar Carlos Mazón this Friday. 600 more people have been located and are leaving that fateful list: 1,900 are still missing, it is overwhelming. So many stories behind.
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