García Lorca is inducible: a succession of images that can only be understood in Spanish, as Paco Ibáñez said on an album that we put on the album well before Rosalía. Something similar is happening in Europe. It is an animal frankly difficult to translate, a “pez without scales in the river”, that Federico says: the Union is a cutting edge knife, sometimes capable of acting with dark violence, sometimes capable of opening paths between the jungle prey to the predators who betray us Trump, Putin and other characters of this geopolitical season of The Sopranos. Europa is Jupiter’s sixth moon. It’s also the story of a man so in love with a king’s daughter that he turns into a bull to kidnap her. It’s a three-ring circus where you marvel at the jugglers and lose sight of the number of lions and the trapeze artist. The most decisive moment in recent times lasted 16 hours. When Pedro Sánchez came out to give explanations to so many people, the Spanish press asked him about his fight with Yolanda Díaz, for Zapatero, for Plus Ultra. Too much circus: in the jugglery of Spanish politics, always so noisy, barriobajero and cortoplacista, journalists do not know how to question the small revolutions that occurred at dawn in Brussels, this paddle factory. We lost the lions and the trapecista.
Because they constitute one of the fundamental turning points of the scenario. Uno, a la corte, with mala pinta. And another broader one, hopefully more positive.
The short-term revolution which arises from this situation is unfavorable to the Union. The national populists, led by Viktor Orbán and Giorgia Meloni, playing with calculated ambiguity, led Germany to the Commission. Han took power and approached her dangerously. The task saved the party team: it had to help kyiv so that it could continue to defend itself against Russia, and this was achieved thanks to Eurobonds. But the Russian means will not be used as they wish in Brussels and Berlin because the ultraderecha sends more and more (and Germany less and less), and from the hilos of these puppets they remove a Donald and a Vladímir, who do not want to see this solution in painting. Hello populist, finally, keep reaching for heights. The fieras condition the cumbres. I’m looking at this.
The long-term revolution is the beginning of a mutation like Kafka’s story. “When Gregorio Samsa woke up one morning after a difficult sleep, he found himself transformed into a monstrous insect on his bed.” The EU is ill-equipped to face a raging world, charged with testosterone and hard power, because it must reconcile the interests of 27 countries and because the decision-making system is demonized, with the rule of unanimity blocking everything. This shirt of power disappeared from evening to morning and this transformed Europe into a political animal. Vetocracy in foreign and defense policy was an insurmountable handicap. Yes, eso just jumped into the air. The Veintisiete approved the Eurobonds by qualified majority: in emergency situations and a war against the vetindario is an existential risk, but unanimity is not essential. With this trapper act, Europe puts its fist on the table and guarantees a chance in the peace negotiations. The EU has a heavier blow: we must now demonstrate that we know how to play with the cards that affect it.
One of the mysteries of life is that we always get lost in the afternoon over something important. It is important, dear reader, that Russian assets are not frozen. Nor the eurobonos. The important thing is not the sophisticated architecture of Ukraine’s “reconstruction-ready” future. It’s not Mercosur, it’s not the budgetary crisis in France or German stagnation. What is important is the political will that exists behind these decisions.
A few days ago I went to Athens to count the scars of those years that saved the crisis. Then I contacted Brussels to tell them about the solution for Ukraine and to explore the scale of the tragedy which represented a double crisis in Berlin and Paris, with the world on its heels. Between Athens and Brussels, I wake up with this sentence from Zweig on the mysterious laws of life, and this metaphor from Lorca, “pez without scales in the river”, on the European cuchillos essential to the harsh geopolitics into which we are entering, pure postmodern blood marriage. And I have the intuition that the important thing is this powerful political volunteer and that Europeans spend too much time in a state of denial.
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