“Julián, aim: legalize everything.” This is how Julián Muñoz (former mayor of Marbella) quoted Jesús Gil in his posthumous interview, broadcast in a special Friday. A terminal Julián Muñoz, showing these enormous teeth that are left to the sick, mercilessly attacked the one who was his benefactor (Gil) and the one who was his forbidden love (Isabel Pantoja), both turned into enemies.
In this story of passion (who knows if it is love) and tinsel (misunderstood as luxury) all the plots of Dynasty, Falcon Crest and Ortega and Pacheco. With Julián Muñoz, that Spain of big balls and ugliness, of white-collar thieves, cigars, townhouses, and cojones, left. The Spain of the bolero, what remains of it? The funny thing, the cocky thing, the vulgar thing. Everything flourished in that story recreated in an interview conceived as the last bullet against a folklore who, whether Jezebel or mater painful, is always the protagonist. “Black things, black things, Pantoja!” They sang (bawled) Las Steaks. They razed the forests and nests to make hotels and apartments. The fish left so the jet skis could arrive. How curious are the prisoners, who are always victims, but never beneficiaries of anything. There are, in the prisons of Spain, people who have known nothing but crime and violence. And they do not regret their fate as much as those thieves who, even having everything, decided to take what belongs to others (what belongs to the disadvantaged). Julián Muñoz’s memoirs occupy six hundred pages. The Buddenbrocks, The Wolf of Wall Street, golden eggs. Forty-six million (euro) remain missing. They belong to the taxpayers. They created them with their effort. His whereabouts unknown. Julián has no idea. Neither does Zaldivar. Not even Pantoja. Nobody knows anything, but everyone checks out, everyone feels like victims.
“My boss is freaking out,” a journalist told me about a scandal that (another media outlet, not this one) will never cover. Cutrerio is the word: popular, direct, mundane. Cutrerio is what is in this set. Do you remember my gypsy? The tv movie which Telecinco had to withdraw after Panto’s complaint. I am the forbidden, Bambino sang. But hey, what was forbidden was my gypsy. I won’t be the one to encourage you to pirate (something that only has to be done in extreme cases), but what a shame that you can’t see such a gem of the campa complement to that interview that does not talk about you or me, but that partly explains what we are today, here, and now.
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