You feel like writing one more column and you see Palestine calling, but you don't know very well what to do. We have to say something, who wants to keep quiet. Who does. Which Argia reader doesn't know what's going on there? The reader of Argia knows that what is going on, what was going on, has fallen down, knows that now recognizing Palestine the right to have a state is not enough, it is almost a joke: What state will there be something (some contract) to rebuild? What time do we know everything? Again a punitive column to denounce that we do nothing, as if we could do it. Or, if not, a fatalistic column to say we can't do anything. To say, moreover, that capitalism is ravaging all over the world, doing whatever it wants, disguised as far right, disguised as Miléiz behind Mac, Melóniz, Trumpez (and so Biden doesn't look like a warrior ultraquapitalist). In Abascal, and so Pedro Sánchez looks from the left.

But all of these reflections I'm making at the age of forty-five. I belong to a generation that starts with the phrases “young today”. Point to fatalism and the generation in which dogs are opening up. I'm not an expert in sociology and I'm not young. But maybe capitalism is going on, until we're stuck. And young people believe that they can change something, and they seem to have decided to prove it, and perhaps now there are no forces to bet much on Palestine. But the encounter, the confrontation, perhaps “the youth of today”, those millennia that say they spend the day looking at the mobile, those who are putting the body give us some surprise. Let the Palestinian massacre at least serve to do so.