Wednesday, January 30, 2013

How Spain Looks to me

Blogger Sackerson has suggested I might have some thoughts on the protests in Spain and on the circumstances that inspired them. I do have such thoughts, naturally, and the desire to express them. As a blogger and not very successful writer, I have an opinion to hand on anything you may care to name. Whether it is worth reading is another matter, of course.

I don’t follow the details of the political and economic situation very closely. The Spanish press is little better than the British, and most of what journalists and politicians have to say is partisan, ignorant and rather infantile. The reality behind it all is important, but it is very hard to uncover, and I don’t have the time, and I increasingly lack the inclination, to do it.

Nevertheless, I do have an insider’s view of it all, and it’s possible that my opinions are interesting if only because they are informed by a slightly different perspective. So here we are. It should be noted that since I cannot pretend to offer an informed, non-partisan view, it may become clear with whom I do or do not sympathize.

It might also be useful to know that I do not live the life of an ex-pat as it is usually understood. I live, in every important respect, the life of a Spaniard.

The 15-M ‘movement’, which started at the time of the local elections in 2011 (held on the 22nd of May) mainly consisted of the usual young, hairy types who like to think that they can change the world by shouting slogans. They began peacefully, and in most places they continued peacefully, and the arguments they made were, on the whole, valid criticisms of the cumbersome and opaque electoral system, which multiplies parliaments and civil servants at many different levels, which gives members of those parliaments no incentive to represent the people who vote for them, as they owe their position entirely to the often unknown party controllers, to whom they must be loyal. Parties are state-funded and you cannot choose, and sometimes do not know, who you are casting your vote for. That is decided by the party.

Some of their complaints were about the banks, and showed a certain ignorance of economics typical in the young and those who have not yet worked for anything of their own, but I found them to be approachable, peaceful, not stupid, and I wondered if the government would actually start to take them seriously at some point.

Noises were made, but nothing much happened. As usual. What tends to happen is that these protests, even when based on good ideas and conspicuously peaceful, are taken over by the usual suspects, or fade away to nothing. Both of these things happened. The Occupy movement was quiet different from the 15-M, and the original purpose and form was lost, and just fizzled out.

Once the government started to recognise the gravity of the situation and actually do something rather than make political noises, it started by doing the wrong things, then attempting the impossible. They decreed, back in 2009, a programme of digging holes and filling them in again, in an attempt to pretend unemployment was lower than it was. Some useful work was done, but much of was a waste of money. They raised VAT, in an attempt to bring in some very short term income, while depressing commerce and investment in the medium term. Only a politician would think that a good idea. They also got rid of as many contracted personnel as possible, in order to reduce their wage bill. Something they were, at the same time, trying to stop other organizations from doing.

Civil servants in Spain have jobs and pensions for life. They cannot be laid off if they become unnecessary, and they are extremely difficult to sack even for laziness and incompetence. Whenever I have to deal with the civil service the difference I see between them and similar workers in the productive economy is enormous. (I could go on about this for hours. Forces self back to point.) So there are two ways the government can reduce its wage bill. One is to terminate the contracted staff, that is those who are not full ‘funcionarios’, or who work for companies hired for specific projects. These are mainly building works working on roads and public buildings. The local and national governments here threw many thousands of them onto the dole when the money really, really ran out.

The second way is to reduce the salaries of the permanent workers. Incidentally, the idea of giving public employees unbreakable contracts for life comes from the 19thC and was intended to stop incoming governments from sacking most of the civil service and filling it with their friends. But a solution to a specific problem of corruption when the civil service consisted of only a few thousand people at most, has been allowed to continue until the present day, when there are over 4 million people whose wages are guaranteed with our money. There has never been the political will, or courage, to touch this system and there probably never will be. It is possible though that it will slowly be allowed to wither, at least by governments of the right, and most public employees will indeed be on contracts which can be ended when they have done what they were hired for. I am not too sanguine, however.

The early protests were led by the Civil Service unions, for this reason. They got little sympathy from the public because with 4 million unemployed (it’s nearer 5m now) and a similar number unable to reach the end of the month and with the possibility of losing everything at any moment, the public felt that people with a salary for life had little to complain about, even if that salary was a bit less than it used to be.

The unions see it as a good excuse to increase their standing with their members and attack the new, centre-right government. The new opposition suddenly claims to have all the answers it couldn’t find when it was in charge. Everybody complains, but everybody expects someone else to get them out of trouble. That is human nature, but it makes the problems worse, and more difficult to solve.

The trade unions regularly appear on the streets, waving flags and shouting slogans that express their grievances and suggest some solutions. They achieve nothing, of course, but it adds to the circus of life. They have not normally been violent except during the national strikes they called in May and November last year. These were poorly supported but in the larger cities the far left makes sure they are noticed and make the evening news, by giving their members permission to break things and attack people. This is for their own political ends, and is not going to solve any of the social problems that exist.

Beggars are also appearing on the streets. Not the usual drug addicts and gypsies, but ‘normal’ people were clearly once working families and who’ve tried every other way they can think of of making ends meet. This shows that, despite what I say in the next paragraph, there are problems much more serious than ‘the government isn’t giving me as much as I would like’, which you hear from most people.

People don’t realize or have forgotten what it is that makes an economy work. So many people now believe that government spending is the economy, and that banks are evil, that it will be hard to re-create a country where hard work, investment, successful businesses employing people, are recognised as good things, to be encouraged and aspired to. The Chinese immigrants are now doing what the Indian and Pakistani immigrants did in Britain forty years ago. They are taking over small shops in large numbers, working long hours seven days a week, offering people things they want, when they want them, at good prices, bothering no one and making sure their children study hard so they can be doctors and lawyers and won’t have to spend 12 hours a day in a little shop. The number of people who routinely moan about this as though it were a bad thing shows that the recovery will take a long time. It doesn’t occur to them that they could do it themselves. It’s too hard for them, so they want someone else to do it. They then seem to assume that they themselves should somehow earn more for not doing it than the people who do actually do it.

Similarly, there are many immigrants from South America and Eastern Europe (The non-gypsies and non-gangsters) who are working very hard at what the local people don’t want to do. Most domestic cleaners, carers for children and the elderly, and many agricultural workers and bar staff, for example, are now immigrants, and have been for some years. Some unemployed people would jump at the chance to look after the elderly or work long hours in a bar, but most wouldn’t, and anyone with any kind of qualification fails even to understand the question.

It’s going to be long, slow and messy.

Monday, January 28, 2013

Hedgehog News

I am fairly sure he’s enjoying this as much as he seems to be. Crispulito doesn’t get blow-dried, in fact, because by the time we’ve finished with the bath we are both in the mood for a little of that absence which makes the heart grow fonder. Water is not his thing. He is from the desert, after all. And he only gets washed in the summer, so we let him run around outside for a while and he dries naturally.

A few years ago one of the hamsters, in the course of an exploratory trip around the kitchen, fell into a pan of oil. I showered her carefully with hypoallergenic shampoo (that isn’t advice, by the way, it’s just what occurred to me at the time- see the old joke about the man whose cow fell down a hole) and blow-dried her at some length. She thought this was terrific fun, and was most put out when we finished. She stretched and preened in the warm air like a supermodel on a beach pretending she hasn’t noticed the cameraman.

In further news, it might interest readers to know about the sonic hedgehog homolog. There is, in the human genome, a bit that is known as the hedgehog protein, because the absence of it in Drosophila causes them to be shrivelled and prickly. There are a number of variant homologs in man, known as the desert hedgehog, Indian hedgehog and sonic hedgehog homologs (DHH, IHH and SHH). They seem to have some role in the transmission and processing of signals by the nervous system. We erinacidae turn up in very unexpected places.

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Seeking the Sun

Like many birds, retired people and, in the old days, sheep*, I go south for the winter, despite being none of those things. In my case it’s little more than a symbolic few days in the New Year, what with work and real life and that kind of thing getting in the way, but we always do it. Despite the heat of summer here, the winters are cold, and it breaks the tedium of frosty mornings and overcoats.

This year, like last year, we only got as far as Málaga. It’s easy to get to, and it’s far enough for the purpose of thawing out the limbs and getting the blood to return to the tip of the nose, one of the many little annoyances of winter. Málaga has beaches, mountains, restaurants and… well, do we need anything else? Oh, and a bit of history as well, having been founded by the Carthaginians and occupied by the Moors for centuries. They left a great fortress overlooking the city and the sea which is worth climbing up to if you’ve never done it before. A good way to earn your beer and grilled fish, too.

We spent the days running on the front, walking along the beach, eating in the beach restaurants where the sardines are grilled on spits in little boats, and watching the world go by. It takes some curious shapes down there. After all, if you were a tramp or a backpacker or a squatter or a traveller in search of truth and spiritual freedom, where would you spend the winter?

We went one day to walk in the Torcal, which is an extensive area, about 5 sq miles, of karstic formations 4,000ft up near Antequera. It’s a very tricky place to scramble around, and easy to lose your footing and break an ankle or bang your head, but the extraordinary landscape of rocks, the colours of the vegetation, the clearness of the air and the agility of the goats make it a good way to spend the day. We made it back without accident and allowed a few cobwebs to be blown from the mind. On the way down there are a number of home-style restaurants where the tissues may be restored at a reasonable price. So we did.
During those days I rediscovered the writer Saki, who I had more or less forgotten existed. I read his Chronicles of Clovis, and they are fun, fresh, clever and he cares nothing for the sensibilities of the reader. If you don’t like him you can put the book down but he isn’t going to be nice just to keep your custom. He clearly influenced Wodehouse, in style, though not in the brashness of his repartee. I tried to collect a few quotes to illustrate what I mean, and why you should read him, but out of context they seem to lose their shine. In any case, I offer some snippets to tempt the reader:

Constance is one of those strapping florid girls that go so well with autumn scenery or Christmas decorations in church. "

Constance shuddered. 'Do you think the poor little thing suffered much?' [of a child eaten by a hyena] came another of her futile questions. "'The indications were all that way,' I said; 'on the other hand, of course, it may have been crying from sheer temper. Children sometimes do.'

There's nothing in Christianity or Buddhism that quite matches the sympathetic unselfishness of an oyster. Do you like my new waistcoat? I'm wearing it for the first time to-night."

My mother is thinking of getting married." "Again!" "It's the first time." "Of course, you ought to know. I was under the impression that she'd been married once or twice at least." "Three times, to be mathematically exact. I meant that it was the first time she'd thought about getting married; the other times she did it without thinking. As a matter of fact, it's really I who am doing the thinking for her in this case. You see, it's quite two years since her last husband died." "You evidently think that brevity is the soul of widowhood."

"Well, it struck me that she was getting moped, and beginning to settle down, which wouldn't suit her a bit. The first symptom that I noticed was when she began to complain that we were living beyond our income. All decent people live beyond their incomes nowadays, and those who aren't respectable live beyond other people’s. A few gifted individuals manage to do both."

[I] was eighteen on my last birthday." "On your last two birthdays, to be mathematically exact." "Oh, well, that's not my fault. I'm not going to arrive at nineteen as long as my mother remains at thirty-seven. One must have some regard for appearances."

And I especially recommend MRS. PACKLETIDE'S TIGER.

*The history of transhumancia is one of the lesser-known tales of the past of Spain. For centuries, and into living memory, though not mine, thousands of shepherds drove flocks of sheep hundreds of miles south in the winter and north in the spring, following the pastures and the markets. They slept many months a year in the open, or in makeshift tents and shacks, barely ever washing and never changing their clothes. If Hollywood were in Spain they would have turned them into heroes, and we would all sing songs about them, and want to be them when we played games as children. Now it has gone for good, and good riddance. It was a very tough way to live, but seen from a distance, there is romance and beauty in it.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

In Which I Exhort the Reader in Latin

New Year's Day.  Nunc coepit, as I learnt to say regularly years ago. A moment for taking a deep breath and starting to  do things better. There are always things you want to do, to feel better, to earn more, to give satisfaction, to learn, to make more of this brief time that is life. It is always a good moment to begin again, to do things better, to try harder, but today it is easier to do it properly. Many people seem to have difficulty doing it at all, and use today as a moment to create yet another monument to failed ambition, or rather unfulfilled desire. Well, I shall try, at least, not to be like them.

Will is not something you have, it is something you do. If you want things to happen you have to go out and do them. Wanting, wishing, hoping, idly thinking how great it would be if such and such occured, by magic presumably, is not going to achieve anything at all, except frustration and the continuation of the same situations you dislike.

have said many times that the greatest secret in the world is that (almost) anything is possible if you go out and do it. The kind of people who have wait for a particular day in order to find the courage
To act are unlikely to achieve much. Any day, any moment is a good one. Happy New Year to all who drop by. Nunc coepit is a great incantation. So is carpe diem. Use them often and well.