It's
hard to follow these things in Spain but I believe the investigating
judge several weeks ago decided not to indict executives of the 2
companies responsible for security on the line where the express
trained crashed near Santiago a few months ago. The only person in
the dock would be the hapless driver who failed to apply the breaks
quickly enough. But now it's emerged there was a report telling the
companies it would be unwise to install a less reliable security
system for the last 8km. And that it would be ridiculous to have just
one 80kph speed limit signal, as by the time it was seen it would
be too late to decelerate enough for the dangerous curve. The judge
has given the national rail carrier 3 days to produce the report.
Meanwhile, both the government and the opposition are said to be
closing ranks so as to ensure they both come out of the investigation
smelling of roses. One way or another.
The
Spanish government has naturally seized on the (minimal) GDP growth
numbers of the last 2 quarters (0.1% and 0.3%) to justify their
trumpeting that the worst of the 6 year recession is over. And maybe
they're right. But it's not yet visible on Pontevedra's high street,
where the latest closure has been the key copier I sought out
yesterday. And the only new places seem to be sweet shops and ladies' boutiques. One market sector undoubtedly still in the doldrums is
that of property. This was down another 16% in November, year on
year, and you can pick your own number between 25 and 50% for the
decline since the peak year of 2008. Of course, this doesn't apply to niche sectors such as Marbella, where all menus now come in Russian as well as in English and German.
Leaving
the museum the other day, I passed a shop window full of knives. I
say 'knives' - and there was certainly a wide range of these - but the
most eye-catching items were the machetes and the Samurai swords.
Such is the tabloid-generated fear of sharp implements in the UK, I
suspect it's not possible to buy even a pen-knife there. So, if you
want to murder or slash someone, you have to go to the Kitchen
department of the store. I guess it makes sense to someone.
The
riotingly good people of Burgos have achieved their objective of
getting plans for a 'reformed' avenue kicked permanently into touch.
Cue more urban demonstrations? Though not here in smug Pontevedra, of
course.
The
word paquete
means, as you'd expect, parcel or package. But, thanks to M.
Hollande, I now know it also means pillion
passenger.
Finally
. . . Something to remember, particularly if you live here in
Spain:- It's not who you know. It's whom you know.
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