There are weeks in which the words get stuck. You look at the calendar, you know that it arrives on Tuesday and the backhand waits for you with a mixture of vertigo and responsibility that never disappears, even if it has been 30 years since one started in DEIA. And then there are weeks in which the column is written alone. After a holiday, a neighbor, Julia, stopped me in the street: “I have to tell you one thing,” she told me. She told me abou…
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There are weeks in which the words get stuck. You look at the calendar, you know that it arrives on Tuesday and the backhand waits for you with a mixture of vertigo and responsibility that never disappears, even if it has been 30 years since one started in DEIA. And then there are weeks in which the column is written alone. After a holiday, a neighbor, Julia, stopped me in the street: “I have to tell you one thing,” she told me. She told me abou…