Laura Garriga explained on Monday in Les Cartes dels lectors that tomorrow it will be her turn to sit, like so many other (un)lucky people, at a polling station. I would be delighted if it weren’t for the fact that karma has wanted this election, shoehorned in on a second Sunday in May that many would rather spend at the beach, to coincide with the day scheduled for their exam (I think for the SOC) to graduate as a yoga teacher. That’s what he said. I would love to go… if I could. But she will be forced to attend because she has no other choice. Or table Or fine Or prison That’s how things are.
The reader has no escape. He has claimed the exam, but his excuse is not valid. It doesn’t count as an “unpostponable family event”. It does not fall into the category of professional liability (only those who work in essential services such as firemen or healthcare can take advantage of the waiver). Nor can he shield himself in personal causes: his case has no remedy. He is neither over 65 years old (the letter specifies that he will be 50 in 2023), nor is he the victim of a crime, nor must he have been elected three times at a polling station in the last elections. Surely he has reviewed all the causes that could save her. And there isn’t, doesn’t exist, not a single one worth it. Those interned in a penitentiary or psychiatric center are released. The (very) pregnant ones. Those who have minors or elderly people in their care and no one to help them. And although there is a long et cetera of extra reasons that grant permission, none of them are valid for poor Laura.
So tomorrow it will be yes or yes at that table that there are still those who sell it as an “exciting occasion to get to know from the inside how the Festa de la Democracia works”. The amazing thing is that she will have to leave her asanas, mantras, Sanskrit, philosophy, anatomy and first aid exams for another day (another year?), while those who had paid vacations or tickets to Coldplay in the elections of last July 23, they did not have to give up either the trip or the show.
I wouldn’t go there. At the table, I say. I would plead the need for what Évole has dubbed a stone (five days off to meditate!) and take the exam. If he is fined 400 euros, he wins (the course is around 3,000) and if he ends up in prison, it is comforting to know that they also do yoga there.
