All the barometers carried out so far point to Colau as the worst (the worst of the worst) councilor of those who have governed Barcelona. And Maragall, in Pasqual, as the best by far. You might think so too. Unless you were one of those who applauded the Greek with a frenzy, it is possible that after eight years of living in the city under the tutelage of the only female mayor for the moment, you will ascribe to the result of the survey.
But forget it. You’re wrong. No matter how much they have turned the entrance to your car park into the yellow square of a supervilla that you never asked for. Even if you get lost in the maze of bike lanes that magically emerge where you least expect them. As angry as it is to have to buy you a new car because there are no longer any valid stickers for yours. No matter how abused you feel, forget it. It’s unfair to think that. And completely false.
The recidivist mayoress has not been and will not be the worst in her position. You only have to approach your (now much) more veteran fellow citizens or consult the history of the city to discover who leads, hopefully forever, that trophy. The worst of the bad mayors of Barcelona doesn’t have a woman’s name but the comic book character that wasn’t, but almost. It was (it is in the memory of those who still repeat his jokes today) Joan Pich i Pon, who died 86 years ago. Nouveau riche of the Radical Party, in addition to mayor, president of the Chamber of Urban Property and governor general of Catalonia, he became the king of gossip. Or “lapis lazuli”, which was how he referred to slips.
In fact, when with the end of the estraperlo he was questioned about the matter that caused him to lose his position and the little credibility he treasured, he came to admit: “I darkened the chalice to the propellers”. Month? “Do I look like a Roman radiator?”. “We will go to Lleida to hold a cyclone of conferences”. “I am a supporter of homosexuality, that is to say that men and women can love each other and leave when they feel like it”. “They have opened a restaurant with genital light”. “A friend wants to run for the circumcision of Lleida”. “These are like the donkey Felix, who always resurrects”. And the one still in circulation today: “To me this is unbelievable”, instead of the simple one I’m so mad at.
