One of the great mysteries posed by the management of the pandemic in Madrid is with what face the politicians who today are at the forefront of the shipwreck will ask for the vote.
The bundle of dismembered ideas this past week is a foretaste of what is to come.
A country without a subject, without a verb, without a predicate.
A country subjected to a brutal beating by the virus and without an institutional antidote
.
A country that is a glass.
And also sick.
Contagions grow, ucis are saturated, toilets call
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