When I walk through the old town of Pamplona with my mask with the Spanish flag printed on the side, I draw some inquisitive looks and not a few murmurs of disapproval. I am neither the most daring nor the most provocative. In my case, my desire to meet with the best fried pepper that a palate can taste and know that I was raised in democratic freedom can be more than the advice of a good relative, “be careful they are going to break your face.” As I tell you, gluttony and the aspiration to sleep with a clear conscience outweigh the possible fear of having my face redecorated.
Something like this must happen with Minister Irene Montero and her vanity. Assume … See More.