Extremaydura by Extremoduro: “Land of conquerors, / we don’t have any more balls left, / if you can’t go far you’ll be left without a hide. / Land of conquerors / we don’t have any more balls left, drink acorn juice, idiot! /
“Heat wave in Spain. A thermometer from Mérida reads 65 degrees. Obviously it doesn’t work well. Nothing works well under this sun of injustice. At the theater festival they premiere a Caligula with a Mario Gas montage and David Bowie aesthetics. An emeritense Anyone ventures when asked about the region’s fit in Spain: “Extremadurans feel abandoned by the state. Everything goes to the Catalans and they have forgotten us. All we have to do is see the train we have. The other day My boy took five and a half hours from Madrid … ».
The train’s complaints – «tortuous, eternal trips, with broken bathrooms and no cafeteria service …» – exemplify as well as the letters Extremoduro the feeling of grievance of the Extremadurans, the abandonment by the State in favor from other privileged communities. The data is well known. Extremadura is the poorest autonomous community in Spain, the one with the most unemployment …
