I don’t know if there are any polls on what issues people are talking about. I am not referring to the networks but to normal, everyday life, unrelated to the internet.
I understand that the CIS has, of course, more important surveys to attend to at the moment and more so Mr. Tezanos. I imagine him repeating the song “Virgencita, Virgencita, que me quede como estoy” – in his case with the variant “donde estoy” – and begging Sánchez to continue forever more. Tezanos has every reason to implore the saints of his devotion or whomever he deems to have powers to make things stay the same, as Feijoo has promised to terminate him immediately, if he wins the election.
In the networks there are indeed polls about the dominant topics, albeit covertly. From Twitter, for example, information is continuously extracted about the issues and matters of majority interest. This is what is called trending – tendency, in Catalan -, which involves finding out which aspects are in the top ten, you know, the best ten and from there, looking for a way to take advantage of the information to offer – them, prior payment to those who may be interested.
I leave the networks aside, and I propose to find out during this second week of July what people are talking about. I am referring to the one that is doing it live and direct with some body and soul interlocutor present, in places of leisure, but I rule out those with exaggerated decibels, where there is no possibility of mouth-to-ear communication, except for the directly carnal , lip-lobe, omitting the usual one, the one that goes from the phonation apparatus to the auditory.
Thus, to comply with the Sunday precept that brings me to you every fortnight, and with the intention of taking the pertinent notes to write this article, without missing the truth, and that means starting with the documentation process, I located every morning in a beach bar to find out what people are talking about.
Since we are in the campaign, I assumed that the conversations these days, at least in a well-nourished percentage, would refer to the next election. Listening carefully, I too could deduce which party would be the winner, and, as they say in these cases, what was the voting intention of the chatty bathers of Cala Major in Majorca, from where I am writing to them.
I have to confess to you, however, that almost no one referred to the election, let alone explained which party they were thinking of voting for, except for two people. A lady and a gentleman.
I begin, with politically incorrect courtesy, given the times, to give her the first place: she will vote for the candidate who has promised to evict the squatters, which directly affected her, she assured, because she has a house with a restless
The gentleman, on the other hand, was thinking of voting for Sánchez, the lonely llanero, he apostrophized, and didn’t add anything else because the friend he was with interrupted him to tell him that this thing of making us go to the polls with 40 degrees it was a wild one.
This hot reference was enough for the bias of the conversation that interested me so much to immediately twist and stop, as it used to happen in elevators, on the matter of the weather, in this case, the heat.
The horrible, scary, unbearable heat of this summer is the topic I heard the most about this week, with an added postulate: No party can take that away from us, whoever wins the election wins.
We’ll see what they talk about in the coming weeks. To be continued.
