opinion
There is only one thing worse than business calls: having to call a company yourself because you have water up to your neck. Or you lack it, as happened to me one of these days. And after failed attempts waiting for someone to pick up the phone and having heard the infamous message “You’ll be taken care of soon” more than 60 times, they almost find me on the ground paler than St. Ignatius during his rapture. It was in that agony that different ways of living came to my mind, but with a denomination of origin, in the Manresana style.
Let the pavilion jump
At the Nou Congost you can say goodbye in three ways: from a heart attack after fainting; of a stroke when seeing the increase in season tickets for next season; or by collapse. It’s risky to jump and shout “from la Peña who doesn’t jump” with Leb Plata bleachers. Obsolete, Manresa, the club and the fans deserve a new one sooner rather than later, who say there is a very long queue to become a member.
With the beam for a hat
Things keep falling apart. No stabbings, no rapes, no fights; the main concern in the digital forums now is the poor condition of the buildings in the Historic Center since the collapse of an abandoned block a few days ago. The capital of Bages has a big urban planning problem in its Old Quarter, so complex to solve that you’d better buy a construction helmet, because the solutions won’t take effect and won’t be visible until 6-12 years from now, says l ‘town hall.
Treacherous grasses
If you have seen the traumatic film My Girl and know how the character played by Macaulay Culkin ends, you can get an idea of how difficult it is to be allergic to grasses, sedges, cypress and oleaceae and live in the capital of Bages.
Roast chicken
The good weather arrives and it starts to be dangerous to set foot in the city’s playgrounds. There is little shade, and the cement benches are a good place to fry some fried eggs.
Is it Fittipaldi?
To be a pedestrian in Manresa you have to be brave. You don’t just play it when crossing certain pedestrian crossings; now you also have to wear a rear-view mirror so you don’t get run over by an electric scooter traveling over the pavement: 23 drivers reported in one week.
There are more
Starvation during a plenary session, longer and longer; or burned, after being doused with gasoline by the neighbor (in the city there is every character…). Having said that, imagine if you could be born again and choose where to do it: would you choose Manresa again? If the “no” is very resounding, what is still holding you back here?
