I was brought up by an amazing mother who made us believe that we had a
reasonable financial situation at home. As I was a very little child she even
convinced us that a dry plant in the kitchen gave candies when we closed our
eyes. Thus, during my childhood I always had the feeling of having everything
one could desire.
Times have changed a lot since then. Today, children ask for iPods rather
than play football. Back in the 2009, while I was having dinner with some
friends, two of them stressed that being part of the middle class in Spain required
an income of, at least, three to four thousand euros per month. That was the
first time I heard a barrier in figures between two classes. Unfortunately, I
had the feeling that the average was too high. But what has definitely
persuaded me of being less wealthy than what I had initially though has been
the prayer of the poor. In recent times, the poor cite specific figures when
they pray. Gone are the glory days when they said “feed me”. Nowadays they ask
you for five or twenty euros.
Today morning I went to the supermarket. There were two nuns at the
entrance, one at each side of it, dressed in his usual gray habit. One of them
gave me a piece of paper while the other asked me to collaborate with them.
“Food campaign. We appreciate your
generous contribution in steak, beef loin, various kinds of meat, frozen fish,
ham, olive oil, coffe in natural grain”.
A quick glance at the flyer was enough to perveive my lack of belonging to
the middle class. Beef loin, olive oil... Do you mean selected-grade lean beef?
What about some mushrooms and a glass of Riojan wine? All this reminds me of a television
programm conducted by “Anton Reixa”, where a skinny African, dressed in the
typical Galician costume, claimed the fundamental right of every human being to
eat seafood once a year.
I must confess my admiration for my mother, who was able to persuade us of
the power of her lentils, beans and stews.