Don Felipe appeared to have his face broken when objects began to rain in Paiporta. We believed that this country had no soil and everything was manuals of dodging the problem, making excuses and making political calculations. But there was a two-meter man, crowned by the snows of time, an easy target for the stones, the pieces of mud, the mop handles that were flying due to the lack of help and the rage produced by the poor management of helplessness. in those who are rightly angry. The King of Spain, which at that time was all of Spain, pushed aside those who wanted to remove him and continued walking upright, towards the angry people. He was going to calm him down, listen, take care of his pain and anger, hug him and show his face, literally. Queen Letizia, whom the escorts brought up to the rear, removed the mud from her face, asked that the umbrella with which they covered her be removed and returned to where the people were, like a lady carrying the image of manhood that It is not exclusive to men. With that gesture, which automatically went down in history in the choppy live broadcast of television, they lived their particular 23F and supported many things that went beyond the institution they represent. The gesture of the Kings composed an institutional, symbolic, ritual if you will, ethical ground in which we all rediscovered a certain moral comfort that we thought was lost forever now that opportunity, tacticism and the miserable art of saving one’s ass reign. Because we were walking on a wire looking into the abyss of the ravines. Spain was on the verge of breaking and, if the Kings had turned around, he would have become permanently ill. What was about to break was the awareness that in this country someone was going to stand up – literally – for mistakes, even if they were someone else’s mistakes. Because one, be it Pepito or the King of Spain, the president of the Generalitat or the Government, cannot constantly run away and justify himself at every moment. You cannot always get out of trouble to leave the citizen in the lurch. Because in the living room there is a guy like me who has to explain to his daughter Paloma that in life you have to save a shred of honor and courage for certain occasions and that not everything can be about making excuses. Because you have to step forward and tell the person who is yelling at you that you know he is right and that, even if he is not able to believe it, you are with him, you and an entire country that you represent at that moment. Because you have to be tough and tough, and chew the taste of Paiporta mud that tastes like dead rays, and hug a sweaty guy who hasn’t showered in five days, that guy who cries with you and who, a minute before, , I wanted to break your face. That for us to be a better nation, you have to carry on your cheeks the tears, the snot and the sweat of those people who are your people, who are your people, who are yours, because you cannot always be anesthetized by the partisans and sycophants, and this cannot be a country that is fleeing in a black SUV.
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