The tortoise concentration camp

Ever wondered what happened to that tortoise you handed over to the competent authority? It got sent to a concentration camp in the mountains, died, and was thrown in a hole. Allegedly, according to an investigation by Ecologistas en Acción, who reckon more than 2,000 tortoises in the CREA (wild animal recuperation space) in Vélez Blanco have died through “negligance”. That’s 1 in 3, in case you’re keeping count of the genocide. In 9 years Continue reading The tortoise concentration camp

Susana Díaz on the way out?

Rumours are starting about whether Susana Diaz, the leader of the PSOE in Andalusia, is going to be forced out this year. Several of the large beasts of the party in the region are opening talking about the need for “regeneration” and a “new generation”. The money seems to be on Juan Espadas (mayor of Seville) as new leader. Diaz was the regional President until she lost office in the last elections. She has since Continue reading Susana Díaz on the way out?

Serón to get more wind turbines

Another 10 electricity generating wind turbines, producing 36 megawatts, are to be installed around the village of Serón. Almería currently produces some 736 MW of renewable energy a year, about 10% of the regional total. There are 19 wind parks setup in the province, mainly on the high mountains. Serón is the municipality with the most amount of wind turbines. https://www.lavozdealmeria.com/noticia/3/provincia/206833/asi-sera-el-nuevo-parque-eolico-de-almeria-que-ya-cuenta-con-el-ok-de-la-junta

Politician comes a cropper

The Director General for Citizen Participation and Human Rights for the regional government of La Rioja, who is a senior Podemos politician, (allegedly) went to an illegal rave for NYE, drove home hammered after curfew started, smashed his expensive BMW into a tree and legged it into the bushes when the cops arrived to avoid taking a breath test. An alternative story is offered by the protaganist of this story online: “I had some bad Continue reading Politician comes a cropper

Covid lockdown has killed almost as many as Covid in Spain

A distressing report emerges today from government statistics in Spain, showing that the lockdown has killed many more than the disease. From the start of the pandemic until the third week in September, there were 54.811 excess deaths (more people dying that the average over the last few years). 30.633 of these have been officially attributed to Covid. 24.148 (that’s 80% of the Covid deaths!) died from other causes. That’s excess deaths, above the average, Continue reading Covid lockdown has killed almost as many as Covid in Spain

Tax hike slipped in on property sales

Selling a house is about to become more expensive after the government slipped in a codicile to the new antifraud law. (The law hasn’t yet been passed but is likely to pass). The regional governments have for the last few years been trying to tax house sales on the greatest of three: declared house sale price, cadastral or other taxation value OR assumed market value (VRM). The Courts have constantly rejected this assumed cadastral valuation Continue reading Tax hike slipped in on property sales

The rats came for the water

I forced myself downhill and through the bushes. There was a call in the air, under the half moon and the stillness of the air. No, I did not know what drew me on, only that there was a call in the silent midnight air, a demand, a thrust. Everytime I came to a thorn bush, there was an impulse that made me ignore the blood drawn. When I came to a slope, I hesitated Continue reading The rats came for the water

When the mob came for the priest

It was the cat that awoke me. I started from my wicker seat, the one that my parents had bought me when I left the seminary. I was startled awake from my siesta, and my prayer book fell from my lap, and my glasses with it. I blinked at the broken spectacles. I scrabbled at the frames in fury, and only managed to cut my hand on the thick, broken glass. The welling blood on Continue reading When the mob came for the priest

Stories of the Argar (4)

Many years ago, long before I was born, my father was a warrior of the tribe. He was, by all accounts, a great man, and so when the Kings of La Bastida declared war on the meseteros, and warriors from every Argar tribe were sent to form a great Army, the greatest ever seen, my father was chosen to represent our village of Gatas as its champion. La Bastida is the great city on the Continue reading Stories of the Argar (4)

Stories of the Argar (3)

Fran, the boy who assisted Pretzl in his daily duties, came rushing up to where we stood. Charl had called his warriors together, and was issuing orders for them to search the village for anything unusual before they left. I don´t know why I was with them, only that I had followed Charl and somehow seemed to be included into the conversation. Charl turned to speak to the boy. “Yes Fran?” he asked. “Sir, Master Continue reading Stories of the Argar (3)