A failed project

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With the arrival of spring and the holidays, the Spanish will repeat this year, despite the limitations imposed by the virus, the ritual of joy around food and good weather that we do so well and so seduces foreigners . For lack of other reasons, the party and the sun are becoming the only symbols of identity and the only means of escape from a dreadful reality. We enjoy the good of our country moved by a kind of atavistic energy that propels us forward, increasingly indifferent to any other circumstance of a life in society. Naturally, we are reluctant to see that the landscape around us as we head out for an aperitif is a complete ruin.

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