Of course I had planned to write a bit about the more lightly aspects around our life here in Andalusia, as usual.
But can one talk about paella recipes, the neighbour’s dog or Andalusian peculiarities after what happened yesterday in and around Barcelona? Of course not! Or, yes we can?
I have the feeling that ‘Life Goes on’ faster than ever. Dutch TV did hardly show any direct coverage, the intensity of messages on Social Media is still overwhelming but this intensity seem to wear off much more quickly than after the first of this type of incidents on European soil a few years ago.
Spanish Prime Minister Mariano Rajoy announced Three Days of official mourning for what he called a “jihadist attack.” As written in my previous post this week is the Feria in Alcalá, so when our staff entered this morning we said to Angeles that we assumed that the festivities had stopped at least for a night. A bit ashamed(?) she said that our mayor Loli had asked for One Minute of silence before the party kicked off till 7 am.Bartolo just shrugged his shoulders.
Okay, Barcelona is much further away from here than Amsterdam is from Paris, Brussels, London or Berlin. And maybe there is more than just the geographical distance between Cataluña and Andalucia.
The Barcelona attack was the deadliest terror incident in Spain since March 2004, when nearly 200 people were killed by bombs planted on four commuter trains in Madrid. But Spain’s history of terrorism goes much further back. The country battled a decades-long campaign by the Basque separatist group ETA, which relinquished its arms earlier this year. Do people see it as a part of life here?
So even here in The Slow Country life goes faster than before, village news seems more important than disasters happening 1100 km further north and the ‘not again’ thought seems to be prevailing over ‘how to prevent’.
And for me? I almost feel myself no different.