Vaccines and mustard in the mouth

They tell you her name. And then, they show you her arm. The left arm, in this case, but we don't know if it's because the woman chose the arm or the nurse scientists chose the arm for medical reasons or for camera reasons. The woman, whose name, surname, and town of residence we know, is about to act. Now they will vaccinate her. She will appear on TV, she will be news in the newspapers and it is logical. She is the first vaccinated person in Spain, she has passed a casting. She has a certain age, a certain profession, who knows if a certain ideology ---because perhaps they interviewed her---, a certain weight, a certain health. This woman will appear, perhaps, on Wikipedia.

Vaccination begins. I have friends who don't vaccinate their children, but who, on the other hand, do vaccinate their pets. I know that everything is much more complicated than it seems. But the pandemic has been the most brutal complication we have experienced in recent years. I want restaurants and bars to open, I want Barcelona to be that city I criticized so much, from the bar of the Ideal, the Dry Martini, the Pastrami or the Tándem. We were one thing, and we are another. This week we can have breakfast from seven thirty to nine thirty. If you want breakfast at ten, it will have to be to go.

Losing the joyful things. It happens with marriages, with mothers and daughters, with jobs, with hobbies, with pets. You get used to everything. But on the other hand, recovering what you had, that goosebumps with caresses, that dying of laughter with jokes, that pleasure of achieving what is difficult, those dog licks. Losing is only understood to recover again. I want to go back to bars, to cafes, to museums. I want to walk through Barcelona happily, I want to jump through the streets, shout, laugh, hug, I want to eat a sandwich at Conesa, in the Plaza del Ayuntamiento, I want to stain my lips with mustard, I want to go to Barça's stadium, I want to go to the Poliorama, I want to complain about people who touch too much. I want this.