Wednesday, August 17

OPINION | Superficial Galicia. By Patricia A. Janeiro.

One of the moments that I remember most and quote from Asterix in Corsica is the conversation between a not very savvy Roman soldier and one of the Corsican chiefs who hides the Gauls in his house. In a scenario even similar to that of some of the Galician landscapes that circulate these days on social media profiles, at the door of a little house, the Corsican chief reproaches the Roman for having addressed his sister, and the soldier responds scared that he has no interest in his sister, that he simply spoke to her because she was the one who opened the door, to which the Corsican, knife in hand, replied “So you don’t like my sister?” and the soldier tries to resolve the situation by saying that of course he likes it, which unleashes the anger of the Corsican chief, who threatens to kill him. The stereotypical entanglement, perfectly brought to life by Uderzo’s drawings, was the first thing that came to mind when I read that this week the Galician Parliament had unanimously approved an institutional statement to reproach a Spanish judge for the use of the term “Deep Galicia” in a car. The scene, in my head, with Santalices [presidente de la Cámara gallega] in the role of an angry privateer at the door of the hut surrounded by a representation of the parliamentary arch, it went something like this (may Gosciny forgive me):

– I do not like that they speak of the deep Galicia.

-If I am not interested in deep Galicia at all …

-Don’t you like deep Galicia?

– (glups) Yes I like it, yes …

-With that “deep Galicia”, right? Grab me, grab me I’ll kill her!

Luckily, in their statement the political groups indicate that they are not going to pronounce on an issue in which they have no competence, which is the merits of the car. I also do not pretend to know who is right in this matter, although I was also struck by the gratuitous comparison of your honor, and I found that insistence that Marbella has public and private schools so that children can grow up happy. Apparently there are descriptions that reveal much more of the prejudices of the person who emits them than of the places described.

Corsicans aside, in the country that mention of “deep Galicia” bothered a lot once it was uncovered, from all the newspapers, The voice of Galicia, the same one that has a section specialized in pointing out any arrangement of a fence as ugly as long as it is done in rural areas. He immediately lit the fuse on social networks and all the living forces were outraged, with the political representatives at the head. On a kind of July 25, fallen in autumn, amateur emulators of Gadis ‘publicists began to launch on the networks declarations of love to that deeply aggrieved Galicia in the judge’s car: anecdotes from the grandparents’ house, where the soup it always tastes better than in the city and the children can play outside, displays of support from visitors and adopted children of the country, a catalog of memes with the most colorful insults in our repertoire, and above all photos, many photos that Turgalicia already owes. be evaluating to buy Mark Zuckerberg by weight, selected with that same slanted look of the judge, romanticizing unpaved roads, houses without internet connection and old women sitting barely at bus stops from the 70s. No one was missing at this festival of the claim, not the Galician and state newspapers, not the graphic comedians, not the media stars, nor a lot of expatriates who claimed their humble origins from their research and teaching positions in the diaspora. On the third day there were even merchandising, T-shirts and badges proclaiming the pride of being from the deep Galicia.

Not in its best days did the Galician Nationalist Bloc dream of such an unequivocal defense of our differential fact, but probably the one who ends up getting political profit will be Feijóo, who, of course, shared his own photo of Neno from Aldea™ to the delight of his electorate. The president is an expert in diverting the attention of the public and pretending that he tirelessly defends what he is precisely attacking, and it would be strange if he is not going to take advantage of this uncritical idealization of rural Galicia, an arcade that everyone loans but in the one that nobody lives. Those of the AP9 axis feel comfortable attacking the ignorant judge because Torea is a parish in Muros, and in Muros there is still an Abanca office and it has a link to the Noia highway. What no one wondered in the frenzy of popular demand was what would happen if the mother had decided to move to Outes, which has to share a pediatrician with Lousame and Noia because the Servizo Galego de Saúde (Sergas) does not cover casualties; or A Baña, Vimianzo or Zas, which this year saw their bank offices disappear; or to Becerreá, whose institute had to suppress subjects and lines this year at the request of the Department of Education, despite having teachers and hours to teach them; or to any of the 215 parishes in which the Xunta closed unitary schools in the last 15 years; or to any of the regional train stops that the high speed left isolated.

Feijóo has it very easy when they only have to appeal to our pride of deep Galicia and insinuate that the attacks come from outside, from those who do not understand us, no, so that we throw them into a stupid competition to see where children are raised with the rosiest cheeks and forget that the quality of life passes through the quality of public services. It is necessary not to lose focus on that, and then we can fill the Twitter with all the photos of cows that we want, it would be more.



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