The myth of Sísifo

There was a time, does not do so much, in which a lot of Spaniards, beginning by his rulers, believed the smartest of the orbe. They were the years of the ladrillazo, of the cheap credit, of the fast enrichment. We arrive to think that we could win the Champions League of the world-wide economy and that our financial system was the more solid of the world. The fault of prudence, the greed and the wasteful carried us, as it is known, to the explosion of the bubble and today find us, like Sísifo, to favour of the trial of the gods, the gods of the market.

The Government of Spain carries eight months forcing to the citizens and to the companies to push slope up the enormous rock of the cuts and of the rises of taxles. With a desperate effort that is earning victims increasingly numerous. And with each new package of measures, the rock goes back to fall slope down without the most minimum atisbo of improvement. On the contrary, the rock sinks every time with more depth and is greater the effort required stop trace back again the slope. We are beginning to lose the hope and some have lost already the patience. It is necessary to go out of the loop.

Say it with clarity. Or Germany and his acólitos capitulate and begin to articulate political expansionary to European level, putting more emphasis in the growth and less in the reduction of the cost, or there will be more remedy that go out of the euro to be able to devaluate and go back to grow. It is like this of simple. The debate is badly focused. Us enzarzamos in barren controversies on if it is necessary to reduce more some costs or others while the companies desangran by the fault of demand and the measures that take depresses it even more. More VAT, less consumption. Reduction of wage to the civil servants, less consumption. Fewer pensions, less consumption. More unemployment, less consumption, and again more unemployment. And, consistently, the markets are increasingly reacios to loan us money because intuyen, in good logical, that do not go it to be able to give back.

Some autonomous communities have been already taken part and others will be it in brief hastened by the fault of liquidity that prevents them pay payrolls and providers. And to his time, the Realm of Spain, will finish being taken part by the European Union because it does not go to be able to face up to the vencimientos of his public debt. But when they avenge the men of black no longer will remain them a lot for doing. If they force us to be followed raising the stone one and again, will finish for crushing us to all. To them also. It is necessary to change of script. Or Germany yields, or the euro breaks and, with him, the only possibility that has the old Europe to be between the big economic powers of the 21st century.

In 1942, the philosopher Albert Camus wrote an essay on Sísifo, the hero of the absurd. In him it imagined the effort of his taut body when pushing the enormous rock. It described his face crispado, his cheek hit to the stone, the foot that shoes it, the push of the shoulder, the tension of his arms, his full hands of earth. And afterwards, once it has arrived to the peak, sees how the rock despeña, as always, to the abyss. It is in this pause, in this brief return in which Sísifo drop with slow step the slope before going back to his tormento, when Camus sees to Sísifo smile. I expect that they have had time to smile during his holidays (those that have been able to do them), that have taken advantage of this ephemeral pause to rest and recover energies. They go them to need because our rock, as the one of Sísifo, follows being here.