The Spanish word casta normally 'means'
caste or 'class'. But it seems to be increasingly used to mean 'the
establishment'. Or perhaps that subset of it comprising corrupt
politicians. Whatever, it's clearly a term of abuse. If anyone has a
good handle on its current meaning, I'd appreciate hearing it.
The International Monetary Fund has doubled its
forecast for the growth of the Spanish economy this year, to 1.2%.
Since their last forecast was only 6 months ago, you can see how
reliable they are. Adding to the joy of the Spanish, the Minister of
the Economy has boasted that he can now see the light at the end of the tunnel and
that Spain is increasingly seen as a model for other economies. With
unemployment still at 26%, this has naturally been met by a huge
national raspberry.
"The Spanish economy is growing more rapidly
than forecast but still needs liberalising reforms." This is a headline from one of the Spanish
newspapers. But which one? In fact, it's the left-of-centre El
País. Perhaps it has a different definition of
'liberalising' from those Continentals to whom it mean Anglo-Saxon
free market savagery.
My internet colleague Lenox Napier of Business Over Tapas makes these interesting observations on one particular
aspect of Spanish life: "Spain has a lot of prohibiciones.
You can't do this, you can't do that. Many national laws, many local
ordinances. A journalist called Francisco Canals has been collecting
them – from prohibiting owning chickens at home in Alcúdia to the
prohibition against rusty beach umbrellas in Barcelona. You can't put
the image of the King inside a 12th Night Cake, eat a croissant while
driving, or sell cakes in schools. No laundry hanging on city
balconies and no 'extravagant or peculiar names' for newborns.
According to Canals, the BOE (state bulletin), published each week,
uses the word prohibición an average of 5,665 times in each
issue. There are, he adds, a massive 2,917,000 people in the Public
Sector who can promote or sign over fresh prohibitions. In Mojácar,
municipal workers may not listen to the radio and women may not walk
around their apartments in high heels. As Groucho once said –
Whatever it is, I'm against it!"
Finally . . . There are a couple of roads on my
route into town whose direction has been changed at least 3 times
(back and forth) in the last few years. The latest has rendered the
two roundabouts at the end of them inoperative and, in each case,
half of the roundabout has been closed off. Town planning?
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