How curious. In Arrecife it smells like garbage... and it's not just literal. Although, of course, with an indefinite garbage collection strike announced for June 5, the literal is going to become the landscape: bags fermenting in the sun, rats parading with more organization than the City Council itself, and tourists confusing the old town with a bohemian landfill.
And in the meantime, what does the mayor do? Well, that: the usual. Nothing useful. Or rather: prepare fireworks, hire an orchestra and put glitter on the disaster. Because, ladies and gentlemen, you will see how as soon as things start to smell bad (and not just figuratively), the popular festivals, the verbenas, the concerts paid at a gold price and a press conference with a forced smile included will come out. Ta-da! Welcome to the Arrecife circus, where if something stinks, we cover it with reggaeton and wrinkled potatoes.
That the workers have been waiting since December for a pre-agreement to be fulfilled? Bah. That the city is sinking into a quagmire of political incompetence? Who cares! If in total, there is always some local influencer willing to take a selfie in front of the garbage truck and say that "this is also part of our Canarian essence".
The mayor, of course, will argue that "they are working on it", that magic phrase that means exactly the opposite: that nobody has any idea how to solve the conflict with Urbaser, nor the slightest intention of sitting down to negotiate seriously. But yes: you will see how there will be no shortage of money to bring the orchestra that is in fashion. Because here the problem is not the garbage. It's the makeup.
Dear Mayor: do not underestimate our intelligence. It doesn't work anymore. You can disguise the city with lights and festivals, but there is something that cannot be covered with confetti: the smell of misgovernment.
And I warn you now: people are starting to smell not only the garbage, but also the mockery.
