I have always been outraged by short-term politicians who limit themselves to expressing grievances. Pure populism. From the left and from the right. And it is that it is still a shortcut to connect with people: to practice that of "empathizing" that psychologists used to recommend or give lessons in modernity with one of the words that we have made fashionable in the parallel reality of the digital world. : the "engagement". From influencers to tiktokers.

Today I am more outraged to see that it is as true as life itself. Forgive this simple phrase but it is perfect for what I want to tell you: since the middle of this month of January, anyone who takes a train in Andalusia will discover that we have traveled more than 20 years in time. Backward! We have changed the Avant 114 trains that until now provided services between Malaga, Córdoba, Seville (with some transfers from Madrid) for the Avant 104 series.

It is not a problem of numbers. The filthy disgust of the passing of the years is palpable on the seats, there are no seats for the disabled, there is an equipped cafeteria that is not used because no one has been hired for it (you can't even have coffee at a gold price!), no there are no screens or any kind of entertainment on board (if there is even on the Alsina!) and there are not even plugs. Really. How do I tell you. After throwing myself on the ground looking for the damn plugs (failed laptop and mobile about to die), it occurs to me to ask. And the answer should go down in the annals of history: there is one in the toilet that was enabled in its day so that travelers (men, of course) could shave. At this height, it is evident that no one would think that we, who also move and alone!, could hook up the electric epilator... I do not apologize for the sarcasm; it is obligatory.

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— Atty Gossip Wed Jun 23 13:13:21 +0000 2021

It is no fable. There is no magical realism, no black hole and not even a stroke of estrangement to end up surprising us as Nietzsche or Magritte did (don't miss the Belgian's exhibition at the Thyssen).

Our trains (the 114 series) have been taken to Valladolid (with elections in a matter of days) and to Catalonia (we don't need to self-flagellate more, remembering that their "Spain steals from us" was always the other way around). I almost fell the other day when listening to Minister Montero talk about "Basque, Catalan and Spanish society". Is there then an "Andalusian society"? Because if there is, we don't paint a damn.