I miss the times when we could talk about something else. In fact, I barely remember what the chatter was like before the pandemic. Now, almost all conversations with my friends or acquaintances are crossed by three themes; one of them is extinct –Covid–, rent and the next world wars. We may err on the side of ash, but we hardly gossip about anything anymore and everything we talk about is shrouded in a halo of cynical pessimism.
The other day, for example, I ran into a college friend I hadn’t seen in months. She is from Calasparra, a small town in the north of Murcia, very close to the border with Castilla La Mancha, where she works as a baker and waitress – and not in the same place. Have you just moved for the third time? to the capital of the Region and, although he is looking for work here, he continues to go up to his city from Thursday to Sunday to work.
