Without intending to offend the ecclesiastical and gender authorities and with the veneration of sustainable agriculture: long live the Buñol Tomatina fiesta!

And there are those who wonder the reason for the success…

This 2022, only 130 tons of ripe tomatoes have been polished, very few for such a universal party with the courage to exalt hooliganism, a drive that education removes in the middle of childhood, such that those cats that love them so much and go and castrate.

The two most universal festivals in Spain are two monumental nonsense: some guys in white running at eight in the morning in front of some cornúpetas in Pamplona and thousands of young people throwing tomatoes at each other in Buñol instead of investing them in the growth of good cooks. Of course, Kilian Jornet jogging almost twenty hours without stopping is not a piece of cake either. But what have we done, my God, to this man?

The more our lives are regulated in the name of grandiloquent causes, the more tomatoes there will be in Buñol, a popular festival on the rise whose origin has two versions but one link: playing the hooligan, even if it is one day a year.

Who has never been tempted to throw a tomato at something or someone? A ripe tomato, of course, no cherries and chichinabo things. That Wagnerian soprano, that trincón braid, that electoral poster of Moisés –or Boabdil– el Chico…

I already understand that gouging out a fellow student’s eye, throwing clods into the tank of the teacher’s car or throwing firecrackers at the feet of a tourist with a pamela are punishable pranks, but between that and not laughing at anything and suffering for everything –! the century of suffering and bad conscience! – there is a stretch that is not edifying, but it is absurd and therefore human.

La Tomatina de Buñol, wow, where something tells me that there is a lot of sexual friction, the kind that purists would take to VAR or Carabanchel, and the desire to laugh at life, as two dear friends would do who have left without warning in a matter of days (Francesc Granell and Juanjo Castillo).

Against sermons, admonitions and regulations, some tomatoes and dance what they will take from us.