If I sat on a bench in this corner and spent the day watching cars stop at traffic lights, what would I think of Spain? Incessant toyota, renaults, volvos, audis, seats, fiats, mercedes, bemeuves etc. What do you think about Spain? And instead of finding myself on this bench, what would I think of Spain under the hypnotic effect of, say, anesthesia, if I had recently had surgery in the intensive care unit of a newly awakened public hospital?
With narcotics news in the background, what does Spain look like from a middle-class couch at bedtime? How from the Post Office, the Treasury, the State lottery administration, Doctors Without Borders, ONCE, Caritas, Unicef? How does Spain see an eagle, how does a swallow that has just arrived from Egypt, how does this Ecuadorian girl ride the subway hand in hand with her mother, how a prisoner in Soto del Real prison, how a librarian, a cook, a homeless, a supermarket cashier, a bachelor a mother, a woman who has just had an abortion, an old man screaming for euthanasia? A multimillionaire, a cardiologist, a married couple paying a thousand euros rent for a room, how do geraniums look in a window in Madrid’s San Blas district?
How does a patient on the waiting list see him as a veterinarian, an alcoholic, a left-handed editor-in-chief, an unshaven passer-by? What would Spain look like through the keyhole? How would we feel about him if we caught him putting on and taking off his pajamas, if we could see him sleeping, just out of bed and under the shower? But most of all, how does Spain see me, how does it see us, from what camera position do you look at the surrounding neighborhoods, how do you listen to music in casinos, which cinemas or theaters You go to, What vices do they have, what does Spain eat for breakfast, How does it distribute its wealth, how does it manage collective needs? ? If any party manages to answer half of these questions, it wins the next election.