Cuando quienes "limpian" van más sucios que las propias fregonas con mil horas de uso, por más montajes y puestas en escena que hagan los rojos "limpiando" las escaleras del Metro, claro que hasta que no se vaya esa piara de ahí, es imposible la pulcritud en Sol !

Figaredo diciendo que si llega Vox al Gobierno van a privatizar las pensiones. A calzón quitado 👇

En España si necesitas un abogado, llamas a un abogado, si necesitas un fontanero llamas a un fontanero. Si crees que tienes que decir alguna cosa IMPORTANTE sobre Historia te lees una revistilla o dos, hablas con tu cuñao y listo. Y tuits así sobre Godoy son el resultado

Kitchen display at the 'Museum of Living Under Communism' in Brasov, Romania.

As a Dutchman, Spain occupies a strange and wonderful place in our history. We fought an Eighty Years' War against the Spanish Crown, built part of our national identity around that struggle, and still teach names like William of Orange, Philip II and the Duke of Alba in school. You would think that might make Spain the historical villain in the Dutch family story. Instead, I feel an enormous affection for the country. Spain is one of Europe's great civilisations. Romans and Visigoths, centuries of Islamic rule, the Christian kingdoms and the Reconquista all left their marks there. Then came the Spain of Columbus, Magellan's expedition, conquistadors and an empire that connected Europe with the Americas and Asia on an extraordinary scale. Spanish influence is still visible across much of the world. Hundreds of millions speak the language. Cities thousands of kilometres from Madrid carry Spanish names. Spanish architecture, religion, law, food and customs crossed oceans and became woven into entirely new cultures. And then there is Spain itself. Old plazas that come alive in the evening. Churches and cathedrals standing where generations before us worshipped. Families taking their time over food. Tiny bars where several plates somehow become dinner. Football treated with the seriousness of a minor religion, local festivals that can involve anything from solemn processions to people being chased through streets, and villages that still seem intensely proud of being that particular village. I admire that. The Dutch and Spanish have a particularly interesting relationship because our histories are tied together through both conflict and exchange. The Habsburg Netherlands were ruled by the same monarchy that ruled Spain, and our revolt against Philip II eventually became the long struggle from which the independent Dutch Republic emerged. There was terrible violence on both sides. Spanish troops sacked cities in the Netherlands, while the Dutch revolt produced its own brutality. Our ancestors weren't especially talented at conducting polite disagreements. Yet the story didn't end in 1648 when Spain finally recognised Dutch independence. Over the centuries that followed, Dutch and Spanish merchants continued doing business, diplomats maintained relations and our countries gradually went from old enemies to European neighbours, partners and friends. Today thousands of Dutch people travel south every year, while Spaniards live, work and study here. What was once a relationship shaped by armies and dynasties is now so ordinary that most of us barely think about how remarkable that transformation is. I also think our differences make the relationship more enjoyable. The Dutch schedule dinner. The Spanish appear to regard our dinner time as a late lunch. We like directness, planning and knowing approximately when something will end. Spain has taught generations of Dutch holidaymakers that an evening can simply continue until everybody decides it has finished. But underneath those differences I recognise something familiar: attachment to family, region, local traditions and a strong sense that culture belongs to the people who inherited it. That is why I want Spain to remain unmistakably Spanish. I want Andalucía to feel different from Galicia, Catalonia different from Castilla, and a Spanish town to offer something that could never be recreated perfectly in Amsterdam. Europe becomes poorer when those differences disappear. Our ancestors spent eighty years fighting over who would rule the Netherlands. More than four centuries later, I can look south and feel no need to diminish Spain to celebrate Dutch independence. In fact, understanding what a formidable civilisation our ancestors were fighting makes our own history more interesting. Spain helped shape us partly through friendship, partly through exchange and, admittedly, for quite a long time by trying to prevent us from leaving. Families can be complicated like that. But after centuries of shared European history, Spain doesn't feel distant to me. It feels like one of those relatives with whom we once had an absolutely spectacular argument, eventually made peace, and somehow never stopped being connected.