That saharan dust

Almost every morning I have breakfast in a pleasant café named after the first light of day where an informal conversation often takes place around an issue. The topic of conversation yesterday was about how the cars had woken up because of that reddish dust that had taken over the environment. Paco the painter said that he had not even realized that circumstance because his car was red. Angel the firefighter, who always has a sharp sense of humor, like a good butcher of emotions, used to say that the haze in March that he had given the cities the look of a nightclub, was the clearest sign that they are robbing us winters and that the cold we felt in our childhood had disappeared. He commented that when he was little his house was so cold that if he opened the door the street would get cold. Pepe the taxi driver, who had spent his childhood in Cástaras, said in that same carefree tone that when he was a boy it was so cold that when the neighbors spoke the words came out with stalactites. Those were some harsh winters in which a harsh wind got into our bones and our ears would get rashes called chilblains. The atmosphere in the cafe was great. We laughed at every occurrence. Even Manolín’s, who said that he had been very happy to see so much dust on top of the vehicles sleeping in the street. And it is that Manolín runs the neighborhood car wash. All the patrons of the cafeteria had a relaxed chat and not without laughter. For me it is important to start the day with optimism and confidence not only in humanity, but also in my neighbors, who are the ones closest to me. On the way to the school where I take my grandchildren, I tried to get them to assimilate the message of how important it is to spread joy and optimism to those around you.

When I left the grandchildren, it occurred to me to use my mobile to listen to the radio news and find out the latest on what is happening in the world: Putin’s war, gasoline and gas prices, the workers’ strike carriers… Total, screwed up the day. I even came to think that this red dust in the environment is a dystopian signal that is announcing a catastrophe. The complete apocalypse.