The Lisbon Plane. ®.

 

The Lisbon Plane. ®.

Reflection. Article.

Jorge Ofitas. ®.

In the famous and likable film Casablanca (which many have seen), we observe how the European refugees of World War II, having fled from Nazi currents, wait for an opportunity in Casablanca to fly to Lisbon and from there to the New World, America. However, we also see that only a few achieve their goal; of course, those who have money or can provide favors to the corrupt Inspector Renault eventually obtained their visa, as did the pretty girls according to the taste of the picturesque and exotic character. There were others who also obtained visas, but very few had the money to get them.

Let us change "visa" for "freedom." Ultimately, this is what Spain is suffering from, but with one difference: the characters in "our Casablanca" are not citizens fleeing from war; they are politicians fleeing from jail or desperately trying to protect their stolen immense fortunes. This is not the worst part. What is truly bleeding, hurtful, despicable, acutely disgusting… —I am sorry for the last one…— is that we, the people, the voters, the essential pieces of the catastrophically consumerist and lost society, have to suffer and pay again and again, over and over, for democracy; that is, the little freedom we have left with the disastrous services that are killing us because things must be replaced… Of course, because people need a visa… The other day in an Andalusian hospital, a nurse did not have tweezers to remove some stitches; he had to do it with his hands… Do we call Doctors Without Borders yet?... Or does he already have his visa…

Men and women are a species of habits. When indigenous populations begin to lose their status to be replaced by the new political clientele in use, this is undoubtedly a symptom of possible wars or confrontations. I take as an example my autonomous community, paradise, they say out there; the fact is that the indigenous Andalusian population is being displaced, expelled, as in 1492, and is being replaced by modest retirees from other countries who arrive with their retirement pay, which is very high due to the standard of living of the country they come from, and Andalusians cannot compete with this, nor with the large landowners. Well, fine, in the end, neither tourism nor anything. A drumming shame of the vermin political remoras "who always shake hands two or three times with the same person" without moving from their seat; they seem to be self-magnetized…

Do not take the bait in this way, I beg you, free readers; do not go around making the bed for corruption and the hyper-egoist egolatries that need our strength and energy to emerge. They are using you/us and it is quite enough with paying double for everything again…

You are very generous with your politicians, and this would be fine if more than seven million Spaniards had not had to emigrate. In every family, there is at least one member who has gone beyond the borders. This is the result of so much false propaganda about Spain as a host country, a country of departure. Do you need a visa? A letter of recommendation? If you have a pretty young sister, it can be considered… And if you are poor or proletariat, just die. Also, be careful; yesterday they killed two untouchable couriers who were carrying special visas… (Change "visa" for "privileged status/aforado").

Furthermore, men between forty and fifty years old have been excluded from the system and condemned to wait in "Casablanca," like everyone else, they wait, they wait, they wait… A visa to well-being and quality of life. Enough for today. —Will you let me win at roulette? I need a visa. You are such a good man, Mr. Rick.

THE END

Author: Jorge Ofitas. ®.

Spain. Europe. 2018. ®.