Presuntos Implicados sang “Como hemos cambiado” (How we’ve changed) in 1991. I admit I still listen to it once in a while, although I can’t relate to the words.
24 posts on L’Antic Garatge have gone by since 2013 and you could say that, in our immediate surroundings, there are things that have changed.
Where things haven’t changed is in the habitat that surrounds the miserable urban tribe that a segment of our politicians have become. They have also been able to surround us in the greatest doubt ever, to which premeditatedly no one can or wants to find an answer.
The only consolation we have is thinking how honourable we are, while watching the scandals in which those who are meant to be working for our well-being, who for some time now have been looking out exclusively for their own, are embroiled.
Private television stations haven’t changed much either. The same old shows are still popular with viewers. I’m referring to those that toe that fine line that separates gossip from slander and which most viewers consider Popular Culture.
We have all sorts of sports, with balls, rackets, sticks, on four wheels or two, with gloves or bathing suits, anytime of the day or night. There’s no longer any excuse for high cholesterol levels. These pay-per-view platforms, after many mergers, have redirected their investment towards leisure sports, completely abandoning film. Let’s hope they strike a balance soon.
Public television stations continue on in the same fashion, going for bingo. Even the Alcántaras ended up being corrupt.
Regional television stations are a whole different species, always walking their own path. A day doesn’t go by that they don’t remind us how different and wonderful we are compared to our neighbours, whether to the north, south, east or west. They catechise and indoctrinate us with pseudo-intellectuals, reviving customs and alleged culture, tied to territories and civilisations that, if we were to actually think about it, we would doubt had ever even existed. In short, more of the same, serving their own interests.
And with this fragile, temporary present, what does the future hold?
I only dare say one thing: … Lo mejor que conocimos separó nuestros destinos que hoy nos vuelven a reunir… (The best of what we knew took us down different paths that today bring us back together).
Good health and good luck.