This is a little used word and I would say that unknown by a large part of the population: ‘alipori’. Its use in habitual speech –in what I have been hearing where I approach, cautiously, the ear– is reduced to the sporadic, and except in some cult articles, I have rarely seen it written. I learned it as one more use common and current in the jargon of my trade. When I debuted in this theater business – 54 years are already past, as the classic would say – I regularly heard it from the mouths of older actors, especially in those conversations in which they dedicated themselves to considering the unfortunate work of some colleagues: ” What an alipori, by God, what an alipori!”, or “I gave so much alipori that I left the theater for not suffering anymore”, or “an alipori performance, without palliatives”. I immediately understood that alipori came to mean “other people’s shame” but with something more, as if to that feeling of shame were added the affliction of seeing someone in the family (the natural or the professional, it does not matter for the case) doing ridicule so conspicuously. I remember well that his job was accompanied, almost always, by a rictus of commiseration. There was no gloating at the ridicule of others. It was more of a resigned “what a pity!” than a perfidious “what a joy!”
These last days the word has returned to my mouth. And the awkwardness is back. But not the sorrow, much less the affliction. On the contrary. I said “alipori” meaning impudence. I have felt alipori as a form of indignation. And before the hypocrisy and cynicism I have been invaded by the shame that the subject causing my reaction does not have. But, does this guy think I’m an idiot, that I’m a slimehead, that we’re all slimeheads? Patient, I have contained the desire to shatter the photo that was put in front of me. What photo? That of Pablo Casado caressing the back of a well-fed calf in the idyllic landscape of Avila on an extensive livestock farm. Be careful, the same type of livestock that he has been defending since his first statements the battered minister Garzón, compared to some others of an intensive nature that with their malpractice favor animal abuse and low quality of the fillet. And even more careful!, a type of livestock these, the intensive ones, that the Popular Party itself has prohibited in some territories in which it controls power.
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Added to the audacity of the photo is the audacity of his words: “Spanish meat is the best in the world” (Long live Cartagena!). Which is just another one of his outright lies. According to data from the World Stock Challenge 2021, the best meat in the world is that of certain cows that are raised in Finland to those who feed with the grass of those lands and – happy they! – a daily ration of 300 to 500 grams of chocolate.
Before the photo and the phrase, alipori. Painful and adequate alipori. And before the chocolate of the cows, envy. Pure and healthy envy.
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