eight blades

To more than one, Filomena taught us that acorn is not only the last name of the most exquisite ham in the world. That was just two years ago and it wasn’t because we discovered at that moment one of the favorite delicacies of pigs. Nothing of that. Her happy revelation was provided to us by a contraption without an instruction manual; a utensil that does not have a domestic use, unless you enjoy a large house with enough space to exercise in your spare time; an element without decorations that scares those who are more into taking a nap than working.
Acorn It is also the name of a multinational that manufactures solutions -a modern term for tools- for agriculture, construction and industry. Farmers, ranchers and masons work them regularly. The rest, in few exceptions. Because of that Filomena, my neighbor from the first introduced me to one of these Acorn. I looked at her and it was not love at first sight. Quite the opposite. I kept the proper distance, while she got closer and closer to me. I went down to the garage and there were two other neighbors shoveling snow off the driveway. I had no shovel to help. «Javi Asenjo, the one from the first, has one left over. ask for it». I no longer had an excuse. He couldn’t falter. He had to show himself as a true country man, even at the risk of ending up like the Hulk, not with the thickness of his arms, but because of that greenish color that anticipates the worst.
We would spend an hour and a half long. Two years later, I look at my hands as a frustrated violinist and I still remember the remains of the feat. The next morning my body ached as if the Miura herd had passed over it in the middle of Estafeta street in Pamplona. But it hadn’t been enough. In those days, we were summoned by the director of the girls’ school. If we parents wanted our children to play in the patios, we had to remove the half meter of snow that still remained days after the storm. «Don Ramón: I have experience. I know how to handle any type of tool to remove snow. Count on me”. And there I went. I was in shape. Above average, he told me to loosen up the blockage of the bones that the garage moment had left me. First, the Infant playground, then the Primary school… The feat, not suitable for urbanites, left more than one cripple, including myself. Put to confess, I have not picked up a shovel again, foreseeing the consequences.
There are men and women of another pasta. They are made to withstand hard days of work. Men and women who do not put anything ahead. They do not fear adversity or its side effects. And among those human beings, with supernatural qualities, those who govern us stand out. This week we have been able to verify it during the laying of the first stone of the extension of the Ana María Matute Institute, in Cabanillas del Campo, in Guadalajara. In any pit, there are always plenty of shovels. Here, there were plenty of hands. they prepared seven acorns and, like gunmen in the west, without anyone noticing, they already had an owner. One for Emiliano, another for the Minister of Education, I say that the director of the center -as hostess- would be given the third, another for the mayor of the town, the fifth for the delegate of the Junta in the province, also one for the deputy – carambola – of the party in Congress, a seventh for the president of the Provincial Council… And the eighth? There was the president of the Cortes of Castilla-La Mancha, a willing man like no other. He does not care about an inauguration than the start of a work; It is common at fairs, but also when you have to fold the back as in Cabanillas, even if it is only once and for the photo. He is a man with a pick and shovel, who is not afraid of blisters or unexpected calluses. Let’s see if Batet and anyone who succeeds them at the head of the Legislative of any Parliament take note. The new policy is this, idiot.

eight blades