Since Malraux shot Sierra de Teruel and wrote L’Espoir, the province had not received so much attention. In times of peace, not as many reporters had been seen around the Plaza del Torico or as many live connections. The most commented, that of Todo es lie, which was interrupted by a Vox militant who wanted to shoot the members of Teruel Existe.

That young thug did not seem, by far, the most illustrious mind of Abascal’s party, but she has had the honor of embodying her values ​​and attitudes, summarizing in two threats the secular tragedy of Teruel.

When asked if I have any idea why the question of empty Spain (the expression that gave title to a book of mine) has made such a deep impression on political speeches, I used to answer that it was because it was one of the few issues capable of raising agreements. If one party was clamoring against the abandonment of rural Spain, it was highly unlikely that another party would clamor for its abandonment. It was a nice question that appealed to the emotions of millions of children and grandchildren in the Spanish countryside.

All that innocence was lost when Teruel Existe entered Congress. During the campaign, his candidacy was treated with great condescension. What a monkey, the analysts seemed to say, a gentleman from Teruel, how nice. Until the vote of the Lord of Teruel decided the investiture. So, he became a traitor and anti-Spanish.

The right wing, which has flagged rural abandonment and carried in its programs the rhetoric that inspired Teruel Existe, forgot about tractors and Iberian landscapes. Now, reporters look for noise in the Plaza del Torico, and the intelligence of Vox provides it to pleasure. But, out of the picture, the province and the whole of empty Spain are still mired in the usual silence.

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