We live in it
I missed this column like the food. Above all, because one week the hantavirus prevented me from writing it, which took me to a port in Tenerife to spend hours watching a landing from so far away that I thought I was watching it on TV—one day you have to lower the media pressure and the “minute by minute” because it’s extreme—; and the other week, the decision of the Supreme Court that alguien cercano pueda try to stop euthanasia of a loved one because yes. I mean, that what Noelia’s father wanted to do with his daughter it can be done I would prefer to have been able to tell you, so I am doing it now, about the lexical clarification made by Enric Aragonès, of the Tenants’ Union. I was talking a couple of weeks ago that a working family that went into debt for two or three decades to have a house looks like much more to a tenant than to those poor people who buy whole buildings to divide them into co-living, even though both syntagmas are owners. I also like to see this one mama pato and her children cross a runway at El Prat airport to remember that it is surrounded by a wetland and that it is not advisable to expand it so that these lives, essential for ours, can progress, no matter how much they sell us its “maximum environmental requirements“But the really good and motivating thing is that, thanks to the limitation, the average price of renting a flat is 1,161 euros per month, and not 1,318, which is what marks the trend with the prices of the last decade, or 1,429 if only counting from 2022 to 2024. We have to keep fighting.
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