All of Spain went dark. Portugal went dark. Part of France went dark. Come on, it wasn't that Pedro Sánchez got carried away with a switch in Moncloa. It was something big, historic, that left us without light, without trains, without coverage and, in some cases, without patience.
And yet, instead of uniting us --as any sensible society would do when something of this magnitude happens-- some politicians decided that it was the perfect time to turn on not the light, but the garbage disposal.
There was Vox, as fast as the lightning we didn't have, accusing the president of "causing the blackout" and of "enjoying the disaster." And behind, the PP, talking about "information blackout", as if in the middle of a global electrical fall the logical thing was to hold a press conference every ten minutes, even if the microphones didn't work.
Seriously: sometimes it feels like the urgency is not to solve anything, but to take advantage of any crack to throw a stone. As if the country were a set and they were actors in a lousy drama that refuses to end.
When half of the Iberian Peninsula and part of Europe is left without electricity, what you have to do is shut up, collaborate and trust those who really know how to restore the supply. Afterwards there will be time to demand explanations. And if someone has failed, let responsibilities be purged. But in that order. Because in the middle of an emergency you don't look for culprits: you look for solutions.
And above all, unity is sought. Because when everything is dark, the only light we have left is the one we make together. Not the one we steal from each other with absurd statements.
Gentlemen of the PP, gentlemen of Vox: we ask you to do what any functional adult would do in the middle of a crisis --don't start pointing fingers as if they were in a schoolyard fight. Not everything is Pedro's fault, or the PSOE's, or the left's, or a cosmic conspiracy to obscure their arguments. Sometimes things just happen. And what you have to do then is to rise to the occasion.
Because enough of confusing opposition with obstruction, and discrepancy with spectacle. Sometimes, politics is not about raising your voice. It is to lift the country.
And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to look for a flashlight. Although seeing the political panorama... I'm afraid that not even with a hundred watts so much shadow is illuminated.
