THEY were here—I think. Not one of them showed up physically to vote at the local elections—deciding to take all their vacations together and cast their ballots via the postal system.
They must have been a motley crew gathering from where I was shown where they lived, old cortijos without roofs’ and an assortment of other decrepit and derelict buildings. Party houses no doubt, yet, civic minded enough to cast their ballots and change the outcome of Mojacar’s election. Those folks from Transylvania know how to fly.
The outcome was appealed but without consequences. The vote counting has been upheld by the courts.
Not much else can be said other than the vast majority of English residents (that play such an important role in developing Mojacar) once again hid in their homes NOT wanting to become “involved”. As I wrote earlier only one third of the English registered (on the pardon) bothered to vote.
So what now? Well, I prefer to look at this as a new beginning. Hopefully Rosemary will do the same and realize that a very large part of her constituency is disgruntled, confused, feel cheated and are frightened of what evil might befall them.
To create a rather poor metaphor they believe they are locked into a kingdom with no escape and with the mayor holding the only keys. Now is the time for her to lead the way for her pueblo, demonstrating dignity, decorum and decency for all of us to behold. Let us not mention the war! Nor the voting anymore and get on with living once again.
We need to hear something good and see that someone above us is looking after us, from the top on down; from the Ayuntamiento to the common person in the street both visitor and resident.
Rosa Maria Cano is a person of gifted intelligence and can do the job. She has all the councillors in which to do so. Now is the time we need to support her and move forward together. I do pray we can do so together as a united pueblo. The coming times are already looking difficult and our village will need guidance from a good leader.
If all goes well, maybe the Romanians will come home again. I then could interview a few and find out where the hell they went on that holiday together.
That would make a good story — don’t you think?