After pain usually comes anger.
When you get hit hard the first thing that happens is that you lose track of time.
An indefinite period goes by where the stupor of broken hugs and the disorientation of the overwhelmed senses reign.
The dust that your own body raised when falling takes time to settle, many weeks go by in the exploration of the garden of our house after the bombing.
The inventory is long and expensive.
We are still standing, but we do not stop feeling each other to gauge the extent to which we come out whole
, mediated or destroyed.
That time was called 2020, and that time is over.
Sadness is exhausted, patience died, self-pity boredom, the smoky landscape pushes us to act, to even avenge ourselves, to claim the happiness that has been snatched away.
What is to come, in physics as in psychology, is the reaction.
So if the futurology of January is tolerable and my sociology of walking around the Iberian house does not err, this 2021 is going to be a year of historical anger.
Counterattack.
Of revenge.
The eyes are going to turn to the box because the scoreboard will reflect the unmistakable dimension of the beating they have given us.
It will not be an articulated response, a plan measured in detail or a wave surfed in a timely manner by the opposition, because the opposition is going to be as transversal as the damage was.
It will be chaotic.
It will be months of noise and fury
that will not be told by an idiot but by many who feel taken for idiots, which is much more violent.
Because there will be no work, no help for those who are waiting for it, no endless European debt.
Because the borrowed money is always someone's and sooner or later they come back to claim it.
So it is possible that in 2021 the emotional foundations of a new party will be laid, a very little ideological one, a dull but compact amalgam of brand new indignation.
Or it is possible that disaffection covers everything and a handful of mobilized fanatics share the loot.
For a while at least.
Let us remember the crisis of 2008: its political translation was the bankruptcy of the bipartisanship and the outbreak of the procés, but it did not happen at first.
It took years of resignation and clenched teeth.
The new leaderships appeared when the crisis was already in the process of being solved, with unemployment decreasing and the economy growing.
Because one does not explode in the middle of the storm
, when it hails for everyone, but when the sun rises again and illuminates your debris next to the neighbor's intact farm.
Why he does and I don't.
There the revolutionary moment is born.
And it is at that moment when the top hat of a government of accredited illusionists falls apart, and the perspiring hand of the conjurer already only brings out dead rabbits while the roar of the stalls rises.
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