Today we had the Spanish local and regional elections. More about that later.
The donkeys were more concerned about the scent of a boar they had picked up. From time to time, when there is an external threat, I have watched the donkeys go into herd-protection mode. They stand facing the perceived threat and make aggressive snorting noises. Rubí, who is generally the quiet mild donkey, is most aggressive on these occasions. I observe that with interest because she was the best mother of the two (Matilde being less obviously attached to her foal.) Today there was a possible wild boar near the field and I managed to video the reaction:
There may have been a boar nearby – or was it in Rubí’s imagination? – but there was certainly a boar three kilometres away in Finestrat, where the local elections were taking place. Not that elections involved me at all, as it turned out that I was disenfranchised. Let me explain.
I arrived as a new resident in Finestrat in 2010, and in 2011 before the elections, the Partido Popular town hall representative for Residents of Other Nationalities, told me to fill in the form to register as a voter. (I intended to vote for the PP.) When I arrived at the Casa de Cultura to vote on election day in 2011, I was told I was not on the list. When I said I had definitely been registered by the RON representative, they asked me if I had a padron (a local registration document.) I didn’t. They said, “That’s why you can’t vote.”
Consequently, after the election, I obtained my padron as a new resident. This year, I assumed I could vote: as I had the padron and the RON representative had told me she had done my registration in 2011.
No! I couldn’t. It is extremely embarrassing to turn up at the polling station for a second time in four years and have to face a load of people in the Casa de Cultura ALL TELLING ME I HAVE NO RIGHT TO VOTE. This included the woman from L’Hort supermarket who usually sells me my donkeys’ carrots, but was today adopting an air of great importance as she was in charge of the ballot box. As I stood there trying to explain why I should be listed, she loudly announced to all present: “¿Este es inglés y por esto no sabe nuestro sistema!”
What an incredible attitude. Excuse me:I teach in a local school. I am not a peasant who doesn’t understand things, and I was educated in Spain in the 1960s. Some of these local attitudes towards those of other nationalities need to be addressed. You cannot have such ignorance loudly expressed in the voting station, of all places.
Regarding the last PP administration, I have already made my dissatisfaction quite clear to the PP candidate Juanfran Pérez, regarding the way residents here in Benienso have had their “Neighbourhood Watch” scheme completely blanked since the promised second meeting in October 2014, which never happened (Honorato Algado, the PP Mayor, ignored our communications for the past several months, as we asked what was happening.)
The PP are the losers: for I am a natural PP voter, but have been completely let down in these matters. If they win the election today, I will be pleased for them as I find nothing good in the opposition. On the other hand, I am very disappointed with my experience of the PP. If the PSOE or (God-help-us) Podemos win, the PP should spend some time reflecting on their poor communications.