WHERE ARE THE “SIDES”?

Who pays for this party?

They are going to allow me to recover an article that I published exactly five years ago, in July 2019, but what could there be written yesterday perfectly. It is sad proof that, no matter how much time passes, we do not seem to be able to face any situation effectively. I invite you to return to wonder why there isn't “sides” 

It must be recognized that one of the best charms of our beaches, along almost the entire Spanish coast, are their beach bars. And the further south you go, the better are those establishments where you can enjoy an ice-cold beer, a fantastic charcoal-flavored sardine skewer, or the very spanish sangria, that delights locals and foreigners alike.

And I say on almost the entire coastline, because in Catalonia, of course, we do not have that luck. We have been graced with one of the most beautiful coastlines in the world, which is the Costa Brava, or with another with a privileged microclimate such as the Costa Daurada, but our beach bars leave a lot to be desired. And as always, the example of the worst in services to people is held by my poor Barcelona.

But like the people who come to Barcelona is normal people, which also likes to have a cold beer on the beach when the heat is on, to compete with these beach establishments, usually ultra expensive and with disastrous service, have appeared, or rather have moved to the beaches, the sides, who in winter work in the center of Barcelona in general and on Las Ramblas in particular, selling cans of beer and many other substances of all kinds, illegally, but with total impunity, as almost everything illegal What happens in the Catalan capital.

These laterals, when summer arrives, diversify their business and walk along the urban beaches of Barcelona. offering cold drinks, even freshly made cocktails for bathers. The specialty are Mojitos seasoned with fecal bacteria that the tourists consume happily, as if it were a Gimblet in Borne. Poop mojitos because they hide them inside the sewers and there, while they wait to be consumed by a group of voracious English or Dutch, because all kinds of dirt falls on them, even some intrepid cockroach has ended up in one of these glasses.

To me the truth is that I don't care if people are happy drinking shitty drinks. or with cardamom, what seems to me to be very trademark of the house in Barcelona is how we are getting used to living with the most absolute illegality, which in no case benefits the kids who try to make a living selling on the beaches, but only the mafias of exploitation of people who operate through them and who roam freely in Barcelona without the local authority making a move. finger to avoid it.

And I say boys because that's what they are, exclusively boys. Many of them are menas, that hateful word that was newly coined but that has become the new Abra Cadabra, what are you doing disappearing boys and girls at a stroke to whom we refer with that acronym of “unaccompanied minor”, and which makes it much easier for us “good” Europeans to forget that behind all this desire to demonize a group as if they were the seven horsemen of the apocalypse, there are boys and girls in such desperate situations that they cross the African continent to reach Europe with the sole objective of surviving.

It's embarrassing that, in our society, where we raise idiotic children on the screens and that they barely have the slightest responsibility to approve (I was going to say study, but that's too much) and whose parents ultra overprotect Even when they are almost twenty, because they are “our boys and girls”, we are incapable of seeing That those "menas”, They are also boys and girls of others, only that they have had the misfortune of, by pure chance, being born in a poor country or in war. They deserve all our contempt for it, according to many, and even, in true medieval style, they deserve that we go to assault juvenile centers as happened a couple of weeks ago in El Masnou. What did those hordes want? Kill children?

¿and the girls? Also They leave their countries in search of an opportunity to survive and, normally, to support their entire family. But we don't see them on our beaches selling cans. We don't see them either manteras, and much less in the formal labor market, registered and working with an employment contract, even if it is precarious. But Yes we know that in their countries they are not and that they lose track of them in the north of Morocco, where human trafficking mafias for prostitution capture, they kidnap and transport these girls and women to brothels and apartments throughout Europe, to supply the whorehouse market in Spain, which is already the third largest in the world only behind Thailand and Puerto Rico.

We don't see at “sides” in Barcelona, but there they are. Not in the sand, but in the flats-brothels which, like everything illegal in this city, is tolerated with complete normality. House brand.

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