At eleven o’clock yesterday morning the mobile phones connected to Barcelona started to beep; in other localities the message of the mock alarm arrived between 10 am and 1 pm. Immediately afterwards they began to hiss in his ears on what was previously known as Twitter.
(Actually X should always have his ears ringing, in the semantic sense that someone is talking bad about you, and on Twitter everyone does, even if we scroll until our fingers blister).
A ten for the tweet (is it still called that even if it’s X?) by @alroig_: “If you don’t put it in stories, no one will know that your alarm went off. Put it on, please.” That’s right, we are a story since we live so that others will know that we live, we will only rest when we are dead, but that is another story. In any case, the networks gave him the right and were filled with testimonies of those who had received the mock alarm and those who had not, knowing the second for the first of the situation.
For @Apaxupa it is normal that not everyone receives it, “in case of emergency, we wouldn’t all fit inside the rocket”. Because even if it’s ironic, I just received a book about La survivencia de los más ricos (Captain Swing) and his strategies for leaving behind 99.999999% of the population if necessary (defining me necessary ), no give me more ideas that make my day bitter. Some had a scare, like @Patita8686, when in the Renfe train they all started whistling at the same time; others ended up with earaches, like @sarikaGG in a Mercadona where not a single cell phone failed, and there are some who will remember Civil Protection for a season, like @CiwsParty: “How funny that was ‘alarm going off in my office, where we’re supposed to leave our mobile phones at the counter’. Oh, kids…
We have passed the debate on whether receiving a generalized alert is an intrusion into privacy, a debate that certainly demonstrates once again the extent of our stupidity and the need for the meteorite. Few complaints, and most just the opposite, because the thing didn’t work. Some attempt to politicize it with the issue of the language of the written message (whistles, no matter how shrill, don’t add up) and some reflection to write down, like that of @surfzone: “I’m one of the lucky ones who don’t they will have to survive the apocalypse, I have received nothing, no desire”.
(Postscript: if anyone received a message in German, don’t worry, that yesterday there was also a drill in that country…).
