The other day I had a fat reputational crisis by silly. In an ego attack, I granted an interview with a colleague and confessed alone and without coming to the story that I, a journalist who aspires to tell life, I avoid taking the subway, because seeing so many poor people begging makes me bad physically. To the point, of course, a pepper of colleagues came out, of some of whom I know that they have not stepped on the subway in their life, to shoot me by putting my class class up. My guilt. I could try to fix it by saying that my words were misunderstood, but I fear that they are rigorously true.
From breeding, the vision of the incarnate inequality in the figure of a person without resources stir my body and soul to the point of subjecting myself to true daily and incoming to dodge it. From crossing myself, if you get stuck to a beggar in a lot, to make me kilometers of the car to buy the bread in order not to face the look of the man who asks for the will in the super home. Total, not at all. Because, unlike, the president of the Madrid Assembly, which, in 2022, before a Cáritas report that encrypted the poor Madrid in a million and a half, wondered where they were, I know exactly where they are. Everywhere. From the door of his office, to that of the hotels, shops and theaters of that same Madrid that say he is going like a shot. And I don’t take them off my head.
One of the only supposedly free sites of extreme poverty, because it was not seen, was the airport, but not even that. In that of Barajas, 400 poor men and women, from mentally ill to unemployed to workers whose wages does not give to pay a bed of bad death, they sleep every night in the T-4. While the City Council, the community and the government instead of sitting together to help them case by case, the poor poor are still there, there are, bothering, determined to give the can, heavy like them alone. For now, on the ground floor for class pijas like the one we signed we do not see them. Or see if it is going to be that some see them until they see them and others do not see them even if they have them before their reinforced concrete jets. Anyway, what do I say the subway? He will no longer be able to take a plane quietly without spoiling the trip.
