Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
Spanish life is not always likeable but it is compellingly loveable.
- Christopher Howse: 'A Pilgrim in Spain'*
According to one study, four-fifths of people admitted to hospital with the coronavirus are obese or overweight. Fat people’s blood is 'stickier', meaning it clots more quickly in the lungs. The diaphragms of fat people are pushed up by belly fat, so they are literally suffocated by their own flesh, as they struggle for air. Fat leeches into their organs, compromising immunity. If this is true, I wonder whether analysis will ultimately show a statistically valid correlation between deaths and national obesity rates.
The roll-out of the vaccine doesn't seem to be efficient in France, Spain nor - of all places - Germany. The UK is doing better but did, of course, have a head start of more than 2 or 3 weeks. Maybe more. See here on this.
For Germany, one factor seems to be the decentralised nature of the healthcare system. Something that, ironically, served it well with the track and trace challenge of early last year. This factor is relevant for Spain as well, where the regions - to whom healthcare is devolved - are said to be performing differentially. And few impressively.
Although it's constantly cited ad a justification for repeated lockdowns, I don't believe the absolute number of deaths is the principal concern of governments around Europe. It's far more likely to be the political fallout from the collapse of the healthcare system for causes attributable to them. In the UK, for example, the looming collapse is really down to the reduced numbers of healthcare personnel, not to inadequate hospital facilities. And this reflects cutbacks over recent years and the more recent failure to provided adequate PPE. Governments don't ban cars or close roads, for example, simply because of deaths. And they don't invest in reducing these unless and until an acceptable ratio to cost is exceeded. Así son las cosas.
Living La Vida Loca in Galicia/Spain
Some beautiful snow scenes around Spain from El País. We might have to wait another 50 years to see the like again. Possibly 500.
Up here in the North West, we've escaped the snow, if not the cold. At least along the coast, though it's fallen in the mountains, near Lugo for example. But it always does up there.
For those new to driving in Spain - no, not roundabouts - I need to repeat that, when you get tyres replaced here, they'll always be over-inflated. And perhaps not to the same excessive level. Of the two I got last week, one was over-inflated 25% and the other 50%. Not good for wear. And possibly dangerous.
Here's María's New Year, Same Old: Days 9 and 10
Someone's leaked Boris John's speech matrix:-
I knew that California had once belonged to Mexico but didn't know it was Spain which had in 1532 entered what's now called California. And then proceeded to claim and ‘acquire' the land and to eradicate all its numerous Native Indian tribes, so as to create New Spain. Later to become New Mexico, before it was lost to the USA. (Never a colonial power, of course. Other than on a vast, continent-wide scale. That’s apparently morally different from cherry picking in Africa or Asia.)
I haven't posted any of these for a while and can't recall where I was up to with the lesser-known ones. Hope these aren't repeats:-
- Each person knows where his/her problems lie: Cada uno sabe donde le aprieta el zapato.
- He that would have the fruit must climb the tree: El que algo quiere, algo le cuesta
- It's the same under a different name: Es el mismo perro con diferente collar.
* A terrible book, by the way. Don't be tempted to buy it, unless you're a very religious Protestant.