Strange Sunday, yesterday, in which the networks contained matters that were not football. Even some that weren’t sports. “My president”, “subnormal” and “José Sacristán” were trending. The three, for the elections. The first, for Pedro Sánchez’s visit to the podcast La pija i la quinqui. The second, because the Vox fandom wanted to convey with that noun that “my president” could not be an allusion to Sánchez, had to be Santiago Abascal. And the third, because the Spanish actor – who has always had an excellent oratory, which he accompanies with that deep voice like the movement of the mountains – held a press conference in Buenos Aires, where he premiered Señora de rojo on a gray background, a play based on the novel by Miguel Delibes, and when asked about the Spanish situation he improvised this soliloquy: “I am optimistic and melancholy. You see, I identify with the lucidity of the loser. I know the war is lost and I will die surrounded by sons of bitches, bastards, thieves, fools. But you have to go out and start the daily battle of dignity to defend those things that you consider essential. There is then a latent melancholy in my behavior, knowing that it is always getting a little out of hand, but in an optimistic way: You have to face adversity with joy and rigor. There is something of a sense of a lost war, but also of the daily battle to be fought.”
That is to say, Sacristán does not trust the latest CIS poll that puts the left in front and suspects that there will be neo-Francoists in the executive. The paradox is that this musing seems to serve Un lugar en el mundo (1992), Adolfo Aristaráin’s film starring Federico Luppi and José Sacristán. In one of the most memorable scenes, Mario (Luppi) and Hans (Sagristà), both embody the two toxic passions of the losing left. Mario is the defeated left: “In the end, we are all on the same side, with those who lost. I don’t say “a battle was lost, but not the war”, I say “if the war has been lost, at least I want to give myself the luxury of winning a battle”. Mario is a sacristan in Buenos Aires. And Hans, on the other hand, embodies the next stage, condescending resignation, that is, cynicism: “The primates won the war. The force of the species against Christ, against Marx, against Bakunin. The triumphant return to the night of time. Each to his tree and to fight. Liberty, fraternity…milks! It sounds great. It sounds great but it’s boring. We are primates and we cannot change. Risk makes us feel alive. The risk, the adventure, the fight for life. Nothing amuses us more than crushing the head of the one next to us and eating its liver. Of course, with a bit of garlic and parsley, so that it turns out to be even civilized”.
Keep them in mind, because if the coalition Government does not gain the trust of the voters, we will witness the demographic explosion of Mario and Hans.
