Spanish Shilling

This Zapatero scandal is a mess. Whether the Zap did anything untoward or not, it’s an investigation which – thanks to the uneven tardiness of the Audiencia Nacional – could take years to resolve: with another stain on the PSOE. We have seen just how the small and silly cases against Pedro Sánchez wife – and his brother – can run for years not so much to punish the alleged perpetrator as to muddy the waters of a government which came in with a motion of censure against the PP’s corruption.

Some of which, eight years on, still hasn’t been resolved.

The establishment in Spain is understandably conservative. They, whether the bankers, the judiciary, the capitalists, the opportunists and the media-whores, all live and strive to protect their holdings. Bully for them.

The majority of Spaniards, whether manipulated or not by the system, remain poor. They have problems to reach the end of the month, and trickle-down economics doesn’t work (indeed, trickle-up seems to be the order of the day). The right-wing doesn’t have any solutions to this, besides lowering taxes for the wealthy, encouraging bullfights and coming up with clever catch-phrases against the socialists or encouraging their White Nationalism, AKA ‘Prioridad Nacional’: a form of Jim Crow policies aimed at the minorities.

Indeed, a protest last Saturday in Madrid with the PP, Vox and Álvise Pérez (he’s a small party to the right of Vox) featured a banner which read: ‘General Franco. Thank you for four decades of security, peace, love, and discipline. ¡Viva España!’

José Luis Rodríguez Zapatero is an ideal character to assassinate. He has been revered by the left for his social policies (same-sex weddings), his closure of ETA (how that must hurt the right-wing propagandists) and reversing Spain’s participation in Aznar/Bush’s War on terror. Now, it’s our turn say the conservatives (even if we must use material kindly delivered by Trump’s Homeland Security or maybe even the Mossad).

Besides the satisfaction of putting Spain back by fifty years, what will the PP/Vox actually do for their countrymen? They always vote against raising the minimum wage, shortening the working week, or improving our public health and education systems.

Maybe they would increase military spending, ban abortions or send a new ambassador to the embassy in Tel Aviv.

Spain is a marvellous country, populated by delightful people and full of wondrous things to see and do. Buggered if I know why they want to fuck it up.  

In yet another effort to unseat Pedro Sánchez, Manos Limpias (wiki) has made a complaint against José Luis Rodríguez Zapatero for money laundering. This follows from an accusation made by Victor Aldama (a businessman released from jail to help investigations against the PSOE) on a conspiracy TV show called Horizonte. It’s now in front of the court. There had been some sub judice investigations prior to these revelations - circled around Zapatero's relationship with the Venezuelan government.

From El Mundo here, ‘The judge identifies Zapatero as the "leader" of an "influence peddling" network to rescue the Plus Ultra airline and earn two million euros (for his efforts). The court notified the former president this Tuesday of his summons, requiring him to appear on June 2nd. The National Court has charged Zapatero with money laundering, and the police have searched his office and his daughters' company’. El País in English fully explains the case here. The visibly indignant ex-president issued a statement following his indictment in the Caso Plus Ultra, releasing a video reaffirming that his public and private activities have been conducted "with absolute respect for the law". Or not.

A later story says that the Spanish court received inflammatory information about Zapatero from the US 'Homeland Security Investigations' in what might be a plan from the White House to destabilise Spain. As usual, no proof has been offered or found. The judge closed Zapatero's bank account on Thursday.

From Aspero Mundo here: 'The investigating judge had a technically impeccable option: to take Zapatero's statement before formally charging him. He could have summoned him as a suspect, listened to his version of events, compared the evidence with his explanations, and only then decided on the level of the charges. This is the option any careful investigating judge chooses when the suspect is available, has a known address, has publicly offered his version of events, and occupies an institutional position whose public exposure multiplies the cost of any procedural error.

He did not choose this option. He formally charged him first, applied the most serious charges—criminal organization, not mere cooperation; leadership, not mere participation—and then summoned him to testify on June 2, 2026. The public damage caused by the charges was done before the former president could explain anything...'

Regardless of the outcome, the damage to Zapatero is irreparable.

As another ex-president José María Aznar said: ‘El que pueda hacer, que haga’.

Gabriel Rufián (ERC) speaking in the Cortes on Wednesday ‘For all of us on the left – if this is true, then it’s una mierda. If it’s another right-wing scam, then it’s an even bigger mierda (video)’.

José Luis Rodríguez Zapatero is remembered for taking Spain out of George W Bush’s Iraq war and bringing about the end of ETA (Wiki). His nickname when president (2004 - 2011) was 'Bambi' and he is kind of a Spanish version, I think, of Jimmy Carter.

Opinion from El Plural: ‘The CIS (Spanish Centre for Sociological Research) had once again accurately predicted the Andalusian elections, triggering alarm bells for the Spanish right-wing media and political establishment. In that same April poll, the CIS said that the PSOE were leading the PP by almost 13 points nationally. Amid this climate of widespread nervousness, the Partido Popular and its affiliated groups have chosen a primary target to destabilize the government and the PSOE: José Luis Rodríguez Zapatero. This is not a casual or merely retrospective attack, but rather a cold and calculated strategy to neutralize the socialists' most effective electoral asset and thus prevent another right-wing debacle in the upcoming general elections…’

From 20Minutos here: ‘Feijóo demands Sánchez resign, but the president closes ranks with Zapatero and affirms that "there will be elections in 2027."’.

Anything said or done or alleged by someone regarding the PSOE is immediately investigated, while other things with much greater national impact are left until later (sometimes, much later). You might believe it or you might not, according to your politics, but you know it’s a frame-up.

I’m back from a fortnight’s holiday – to a village in the sun-lit green fields of southern Germany. Beautiful walks (they have walking- and cycling-paths that go through the fields and forests rather than as here: a painted-red strip alongside the roads), there’s a local children’s zoo with ducks and lambs and budgerigars, and lots of storks nesting high above the chiringuito where the adults stay for lunch and a drink; and there’s a local glider club with a whisper of sound as the aircraft land on the meadow after a few turns in the sky above.

All very nice. We stayed in mostly and watched television.

Now returned on Election Day to my village on the Almería coast, my children wanted to ‘take me out for a tapa’. This means, translated into English, to go and have a drink or two.

So we did, and duly refreshed, I thought I’d write about Mojácar’s bars, which come, as only fair, in many different shapes and sizes.

I remember the first time I got drunk. I was fifteen and had gone with my parents to some party in the village given by an odd Spanish-American couple who were, I have to say, a little creepy. They served champán (as it was called in those days). I was given a glass of this sickly stuff as my dad explored the house looking for something better to drink. He soon struck gold when he found a bottle of Johnny Walker stashed in the washing machine.

I thought it tasted even worse than the bubbly.

Later on, I was sick down my father’s shirt and we all went home. 

Mojácar back in the early days (in my case, the late sixties) only had a couple of local bars in the village, plus a tiny night-club in the arch run by madrileños and a discothèque owned by Philippe, a Frenchman from Casablanca (25 pesetas a gin and tonic). There were also a small number of bar/restaurants on the beach – plus a Government-owned Parador Hotel and towards the fishing village next door, a French-Algerian run restaurant with a cook from Maxim’s in Paris. If you made it as far as Garrucha, a fisherman’s bar opened at one in the morning – idea for that final carajillo.

The French place, El Rancho del Mar, had excellent food and a roof terrace one could sit on. My dad fell off it once and, as he picked bits of cactus spines out of his back, falsely accused the owner of pushing him.

We lived in the village in the upper of two apartments, bought (according to the escritura I still have) for 90,000 pesetas, which is 540 euros. Now, I agree that people used to pay partly in ‘black’ with the bank-manager seated in the corner at the notary and holding a suspicious-looking package, but Mojácar was in those days quite ridiculously cheap.

Probably a point of contention these days: ‘My dad sold your dad a plot of land for pocket change…’. Well amigo, that’s for sure.  

We rented the downstairs to the son of the Rancho for 1,000 pesetas and just across the way, my dad bought an old house, fixed it up with a plank of wood and a fridge, and opened his own bar. This was called La Sartén and served the community for the next half century (under various hands – my dad was strictly ‘customer class’). Sad to say, it’s now gone.

There were a number of foreign bars in the village in those times when few people lived on the playa, a couple of kilometres below. Americans Arthur and Geri had The Saloon (my dad – again – once kicked Dennis Hopper up the backside there). Sammy and Charlie Braun ran the Zorbas – both of them out to seduce tourists, according to their gender. Bob from London had La Escalera, where one could sit outside on the public stairwell and be noisy.

There was a Dutch bar, An Anglo-French eatery, an Indonesian restaurant, Mamabel’s Spanish restaurant, and an English breakfast place run by a retired nurse who would give you your injection in the lavatory… all gone now.

Now it’s rather a village of souvenirs, guided tours and improbable fictions.

Spain has a lot of bars. The Spanish don’t tend to visit them with the intention of getting drunk (Well Done, those tapas!) but to socialise and even arrange business deals over a cold caña. In Almería, there’s a bar for every 126 inhabitants. The winner though, is León with an incredible 79 neighbours for each and every caff and Granada coming next with 87.

There is, after all, nothing much on the television.  

Our strip of coast has grown with over twenty beach-bars, several hotels, many restaurants and so on (Google says there are 150 establishments now, making Mojácar, visitors aside, about one drinking place for every forty residents. If you had stayed home to watch Eurovision the other night, the town would have gone bust!).

We are lost for choice – although most of us have a very small number of preferred venues.

My dad and all his friends drank too much, too fast and too well and they are all in the cemetery now. Indeed, if you visit late at night, you might be able to hear the furtive sound of a champagne bottle being opened and the bubble of muted laughter.

Me, I stick to beer.

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Painting from Michael Sucker. Mojácar Calle del Horno 1979.   

Back in 1982 while travelling in Guatemala, I met a Mayan fellow who told me that one should beware of the Catholics, and stick with the Evangelicals, the Protestant movement which includes the Baptists and Methodists and various other assemblies. I’m a non-religious sort, but always happy to learn something new. It seemed that the president there, following a (no-doubt regular) coup d’état, was an Evangelical. Wiki describes the faith as ‘the act of sharing the Christian gospel, the message and teachings of Jesus Christ. It is typically done with the intention of converting others to Christianity. Evangelism can take several forms, such as personal conversations, preaching, media, and is especially associated with missionary work…’ 

Evangelism and politics intersect frequently, particularly in the US, where evangelicalism has become a significant, predominantly conservative voting bloc. You may have seen the photo of the clutch of preachers surrounding President Trump in the Oval Office in what is, for European viewers, a rather embarrassing scene.

Google AI tells me that (American) Evangelicalism has become strongly linked to conservative politics and the Republican Party, especially since the 1970s and 1980s, driven by issues like abortion, school prayer, and the rise of the Moral Majority.

Anyway, that’s there. And here in Spain?

‘Evangelical Christianity is experiencing a period of significant growth in Spain, often described as a "quiet revival" despite the country's largely secular or Roman Catholic cultural landscape. The focus of active outreach in Spain is primarily on church planting, social action, and converting a population where only about 1.6% are estimated to be evangelical Christians’. It’s growing fast here, with around one and a half million followers attending some 5,000 places of worship. The main support comes from Latin American immigrants, allied with the Gypsy community through the Iglesia Filadelfia.

Early this month, a large crowd of 35,000 celebrants joined in the Estadio Metropolitano in Madrid to listen to preachers including the newly converted (and disgraced) ex-soccer star Dani Alves. The organizers claimed that the objective of the event was to consolidate Madrid as the "European capital of gospel and a meeting point for thousands of attendees from Europe, the Americas, and Africa."

From El País in English, we read of another upcoming event: ‘The evangelical boom in Madrid: Packed stadiums, public transit advertising, and political connections’. It says: ‘For days now, advertisements for the Festival of Hope featuring American preacher Franklin Graham have been appearing on Madrid’s Municipal Transportation Company (EMT) buses. The posters, which cover the sides of the vehicles, include a direct invitation: “Share the love of Jesus Christ with people from all over Madrid.” The event, expected to draw a large crowd, will be held on May 30 and 31 at the Vistalegre Palace concert venue and, according to the website, will bring together evangelical churches from all over Spain around the son of the legendary televangelist Billy Graham…’

Later in the article, we read: ‘In Spain, political connections are also becoming visible. In 2023, the Partido Popular intensified its contacts with evangelical leaders in pursuit of the Latin American vote. One of the most visible figures is the Colombian pastor Yadira Maestre…’ She says, as a preacher participating in a political rally back in 2023: “Lord, bless our mayor, bless our president (she means Ayuso), and bless Sr. Feijóo!”

Religious power can mean political power, especially if carefully handled.

On the metro, a captive audience suffers as two predicadores begin their spiel, and there’s no way off until the next station. Elsewhere, a YouTube presentation says that ‘this movement (also known as la Iglesia Pentecostal) employs "shows", the speaking in tongues and alleged miracles to attract young people and immigrants in low-income neighbourhoods. Unlike Catholicism, they seek to directly influence politics to impose their moral code, following successful models established in the United States and Brazil’.

But, as the different churches fight for our souls (and sometimes our vote), we must prepare for the impending visit of Pope Leo XIV in June. This is a Pope who defends progressive views: a popular leader heavily criticised by everyone on the right from Trump to Abascal.  

The battle lines, Brothers and Sisters, are being drawn on the fields of Jericho.

Vox brings overt racism to politics. The Vox-proposed ‘Prioridad Nacional’ (sometimes unkindly rendered as ‘Prioridad Nazional’ with a z) is raising all kinds of criticism. The thrust is that anyone, ideally, with a Spanish father and Spanish mother should come first, before all those foreigners. So far and in order to hold on to their crowns, the PP has accepted this ugly piece of Vox dogma in both Extremadura and Aragón. 

Opinion from elDiario.es: ‘Prioridad Nacional: a moral downfall. The investiture of María Guardiola this week has highlighted how the Partido Popular, far from distancing itself from Vox's racist and xenophobic positions, is adopting them as part of its ideology. Including national priority as a basis for potential aid constitutes, in addition to a breach of the principle of equality and non-discrimination, a true moral failing because it allows for distinctions between people when it comes to receiving basic state services…’

Opinion from Público: ‘Don't say "national priority", say "discrimination based on origin": the concept the far right is trying to push’.

LaSexta here: ‘"National priority" throughout Spain, Abascal's objective for his racist measure (so far) are agreed with the PP in both Extremadura and Aragon’.

The Guardian sums it up here: ‘Hard line on immigration adopted by the Partido Popular as the right seeks to overthrow the socialist government in 2027’.

The problem with this policy, popular in its day with the Austrian house painter and his concept of the untermenschen, and now found in both the Middle East (think Palestine) and the USA (ICE), is that such a thing could become policy in Spain. I exaggerate? Maybe.

First they came for the foreigners, then for the homosexuals, then for the communists, then for the women voters...

In short, the basic concept – whether expanded or not – goes that Spaniards should be first and immigrants should be at the back of the queue for health and other services. For those who agree with this - the link to the Vox page that will reserve for you a wrist bracelet with the Spanish red, yellow, red colours emblazoned with Prioridad Nacional is here. 

From Cordópolis here: ‘Sánchez responds to the PP-Vox pacts: “The true ‘national priority’ for Spain is peace, employment, and guaranteed public services”, he says. In a pre-campaign rally for the Andalusian elections, the President contrasted his vision for the country with the agreements of the right and far right, accusing them of “violating” a “sacred principle of the Constitution: non-discrimination”’.

Andalucía was always ‘Red’ right up until recent times.

Up to, and after the Civil War, the enormous estates that made up the fertile part of the region was under the thumb of the latifundistas, the absent landlords from Madrid and elsewhere.

During the War, or at least until the fascists regained control, the land was run (no doubt ineptly) by the colectivos. The worker soviets. The cities were impoverished, and many people – those that could – had left for Catalonia, Algeria, France, Germany and where possible, Mexico and South America. A figure given suggests 2,700,000 emigrated searching for a better life elsewhere.

The huge majority of the andaluces in those difficult times were lefties – perhaps understandably – and when Franco eventually went to His Reward in 1975, Spain soon threw forth a progressive leader from Seville – Felipe González and the Spanish Socialist Workers Party, the PSOE.

Spain took off, under the new democracy, but Andalucía, always poor and forgotten by Madrid, continued to lag far behind. Its regional government, based in Seville and held by PSOE figures, was noted for its corruption.

Seville: not only the capital of Andalucía’s eight provinces, but also its wealthiest. They say that the money came in – but it never left to be distributed in the satellite provinces (particularly Almería, at almost seven hours by train).

Poor leadership: Manuel Chaves and José Antonio Griñán caught in the ERE scandal; Susana Díaz, inept and then the one after her… (you know, I’m not even going to bother to look him up).

Now, in 2026, those people are all gone – some with prison sentences, others deserving of them. Even Felipe González, Seville’s most famous son, is now under a cloud.

The Junta de Andalucía, the regional authority, is currently in the hands of a conservative. He’s Juanma Moreno, perhaps the third or fourth in importance in the whole of the PP. Elections are to be held on May 17th and he’ll no doubt get in again.

How did the voters come to switch their allegiances?

For one thing, they discovered a social class below them: the immigrants.

Second, as above, they saw the corruption and graft in the socialist camp.

Thirdly, simply voting conservative gives one, at least and if nothing else, the sensation of having joined the middle classes.

And life goes on. Only, it doesn’t if you get ill.

Juanma Moreno, like Isabel Díaz Ayuso in Madrid, has been supporting the private health sector at the expense of the public one. Ayuso is stained with the unnecessary deaths of the 7,291 elderly folk in the residencias during the Covid, Juanma has the problem of the lost breast cancer results which affected several thousand women. They have both been seen to be dismantling their regional public health systems.

The PSOE-A only has the one shot at the moment in its electioneering (despite having a senior ex-Government minister as their candidate), and that’s the state of the Servicio Andaluz de Sanidad. The public health service is clearly underfunded and being drained by the private sector – and there are many who don’t have the funds for private insurance.

The elections in Andalucía will probably run as expected, but supposing Moreno has to come to a deal with Vox. Will their ‘national priority’ put me back at the far end of the waiting list, in a public hospital that is sorely under-financed?

El País looks at waiting lists across Spain. Andalucía comes out in last place for operations (173 days). 

Opinion from the ABC here: ‘Many people from Almería feel like they're Andalusians abroad, needing to know about the privileged Andalucía when dealing with administrative matters or emergencies, and not just medical ones. You go to them, the Andalusians of Almería, and they welcome you as if you've arrived at a sister tribe, isolated more by time than by distance…’ In short, Almería is a long way away from the headquarters of its regional government in Seville.

My local hospital is in Huercal Overa – the farthest you can get from Seville without leaving the region entirely. It’s 423kms by road. It’s an easy place to forget when you are a bureaucrat with a nice view of the Guadalquivir from your office window.

I used to go – now and then as one does – to the old very run-down hospital that would do service for Northern Almería. The waiting room had different chairs in it, scavenged from offices, homes and even old cars. A friend of mine was waiting once for her turn, and a glass lamp suddenly detached itself from the ceiling and landed on her head. ‘I’d better deal with that first’, said the doctor as he came through the door.  

Manuel Chaves opened the new hospital back in 1999. I have a photo somewhere.

It was pretty good – modern, close-by and with a decent bar downstairs (at least on the doctors’ side). It may not have served brandy like the old one did (you often needed a shot after seeing the doc in those days), but it had a good cafeteria and, I think it still does – no booze through. Doctors’ orders.

For some reason, the doctors at the Huercal Overa hospital have temporary assignments (or so they tell me). Many an occasion, a whole consultancy is closed down. As for extended waiting times, I’m still waiting for a test ordered last June.

The SAS (Andalusian health authority) is now sending patients to a private hospital up the road in Lorca (Murcia) for operations as the Huercal Overa hospital can’t handle them.

I know, I could go private…

The Andalusian elections will be held on May 17th and the Partido Popular will almost certainly be returned (possibly with an uncomfortable alliance with Vox). The PP has been directly responsible for underfunding the public health service (both here and in Madrid), so it's unlikely things will improve.

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The Partido Popular held a meeting in Mojácar last week to celebrate the Andalusian health system without mentioning our nearest hospital, the ailing La Inmaculada in Huercal Overa.

There was a meeting of the world’s main socialist leaders (well, the western ones anyway) in Barcelona late last week, with the presidents or prime ministers of Mexico, Brazil, Colombia, Uruguay, South Africa and so on: President Sánchez the host.

As the Madrid leader Isabel Díaz Ayuso said cattily, a world meeting of narco-states. Having offended half of the planet, Ayuso then gave Venezuela’s María Corina Machado a golden gong during that worthy’s brief visit to Spain on Saturday to meet Feijóo and Abascal (Edmundo González, the old boy who either won or didn’t win the Venezuelan election last year and now living in exile in Madrid -at the invitation of Sánchez- couldn’t make the event down to an age-related illness). 

Whether Ayuso’s medal plus a Golden Key donated to the Venezuelan leader by the Mayor of Madrid will both end up in Donald Trump’s massive trophy cabinet along with Corina’s Nobel Peace Prize and so many others remains to be seen.

Another story this past week was the regularization of up to half a million foreigners already living in Spain but without the proper paperwork. Mostly Latin Americans, but, yes, some Muslims and Africans too. Feijóo says he will go through them with a magnifying glass when he becomes president.

Since he can only reach that noble station with the support of Vox, one can believe that he means it.

Indeed, the share-out of the first of the regional elections – Extremadura back in December – has now been resolved following acquiescence over 74 points from Santiago Abascal’s party. Vox takes the vice presidency and two departments: social services and agriculture.

The reason to call the elections last autumn in the first place was to get rid of the Voxxers, but precisely the opposite occurred, and it’s no surprise to see that their benign support didn’t come cheap. Vox continues to deny gender violence and uses broad strokes in its denialist speeches against renewable energies or the green agenda. And then there’s the migrant issue (or ‘institutional racism’ to give it its correct title), where migrants (that includes us guiris as well), will be placed at the back of the queue for the doctor and any other public services guaranteed in the Constitution…

María Guardiola, the president of Extremadura, in 2023: “I cannot allow those who deny gender violence or who are dehumanizing immigrants to enter the government.”

That is precisely what she has just signed, after four months of increasingly frantic negotiations with Vox. As Groucho Marx said: ‘I have my principles, and if you don’t like them… well, I have others’.

Foreigners in Extremadura are just 4.7% - far from the national average of 14%, indeed the total population of the region is shrinking, but the Voxxers are on a roll.

Short of obtaining Spanish nationality, migrants of course don’t have the vote. 

So it’s no burkas in the streets (they are as rare as hen’s teeth in Extremadura, but one has a point to make). As for denying health to the foreigners – will that somehow stop them from sneezing on you? As the journalist Ignacio Escolar says, discriminating against the foreigners won’t make them disappear, it only makes their life harder.

There are two (rather larger) regions facing the same dilemna – whether to bow to the far-right (both Aragón and Castilla y León with PP majorities but needing Vox), and then the Region of Andalucía will be voting on May 17th (the PP is apparently a little short of a full majority there according to the pollsters).

If – let’s call it ‘the Extremadura Experiment’ – shows the PP prepared to submit to Vox on certain points which won’t cost them votes, then this will be the larger plan for when Spain goes to the polls next year. After all, there are no more frontiers against the far-right: ‘I am a democrat who respects election results’, says Feijóo.  

They might be illegal, or bordering on the illegal, but a new PP/Vox government can (and will) change the laws it considers to be in error, granting ‘a national priority’ in social services to those with a DNI card.

Progressive voters must find what inspiration they can from Pedro Sánchez words last week at the Global Progressive Mobilization Summit of world leaders opposed to the policies of Donald Trump in Barcelona: "The far right and its lackeys make a lot of noise, a lot of tweets. But these extremists aren’t shouting because they're winning, they're shouting because they know their time is running out." 

We shall see.   

How can there not be enough homes in Spain? Well, there aren't - at least in the places where people would like to live. The properties for sale (or for rent) have increased in price over the last year by a large amount. Ara says 'Spain, the fourth EU state where housing prices increased the most: more than double the average. Real estate prices in the Spanish state grew 12.9% in the last quarter of 2025 compared to the same period of 2024'. 

From a comment raised at Thoughts from Galicia here: ‘The real reason for Spain’s housing crisis is the massive increase in one-person households. In the country, where 50-60 years ago most people lived in large families crammed together under one roof, the housing market has undergone an enormous transformation in the last decades. That and, of course, speculation, immigration, foreigners buying properties all over’. 

As of 2024 (says Google AI), ‘…there are over 27 million total dwellings in Spain. The total housing stock surpassed this threshold for the first time, reflecting growth despite a noted deficit in new construction in high-demand areas. While the total housing stock is high, roughly 3.8 million homes are classified as empty’. Come to think of it, with the population of Spain at 49.5m people, there are more than enough homes if everyone… doubled up! Of course, everyone wants to live in or near the city, or near their employment, or where the bright lights are. Few of us prefer the lost and empty country which in Spain is so vast.

Perhaps working from home would help, or converting those empty downstairs spaces under the apartment blocks or allowing the availability of land for more prefabricated homes. Yes, everybody wants to live near to, or in the choicest parts of Madrid, Barcelona and Valencia, and By Golly, there is money to be made.

Another note from Google AI refers to ‘The legacy of 2008: It is estimated that following the 2008 crisis, nearly half a million housing developments were left partially completed or abandoned. Many of these structures remain visible today as concrete "skeletons" in various regions’. These buildings often belong to the ‘Sareb’ (wiki), ‘the bad bank’ (which in my limited experience has little or no interest in selling them).

From El País here: ‘A roof over one's head for speculators: how housing was perverted and inequality skyrocketed. El ladrillo (viz. ‘housing’), once the largest store of wealth on the planet, has become today the main driver of exclusion’. Or you own a house (or several, or many), or you don’t. “Forty-five percent of the population is suffering from the crisis, and more than four out of ten households cannot afford basic expenses. The economy is growing, but poverty is becoming entrenched, and housing is pushing more households into precarious situations,” says Oxfam Intermón. Recent Eurostat data and OECD-based studies place Spain among the countries with the highest rates of housing overburden; in other words, too many citizens spend more than 40% of their net income on rent…’

‘Spain’s Senate has rejected a proposal to build tens of thousands of new public homes in the islands, highlighting the political divide over how to tackle housing shortages in tourist hotspots. The Spanish Senate (under the control of the Partido Popular) has voted against a proposal to launch a large public housing programme of 74,000 affordable public homes in the Balearic Islands and the Canary Islands aimed at easing the housing crisis in both archipelagos…’ More at Spanish Property Insight here.

And then, from The Olive Press, there’s this: ‘Spain’s crippling housing crisis is not a market failure but a deliberate ‘political choice’ designed to protect the wealth of property owners, a leading sociologist has warned. Javier Gil, a top researcher at the Spanish National Research Council (CSIC), claims the country has entered a devastating new era of ‘rentier capitalism’ that is quietly fracturing society…’

And while we are distracted by the squatters, the bank foreclosures and the tenants in arrears (and the insistent propaganda from the alarm companies), the reality is that the laws are stricter than the news-stories suggest and the Ministry of the Interior (the Home Office) reckons there are only about 15,000 homes with illegal squatters, or as LaSexta has: 'Data that debunks alarmist theories about squatting: only 0.05% of homes are occupied'. 

First of all, there must be housing for everyone: not under a bridge or in a bidonville or a camper van or an abandoned shed, but in a reasonably decent home. Then we can concern ourselves with the profiteers. From Google AI here: ‘The right to housing is constitutionally recognized in Spain (Article 47) as a guiding principle, directing public authorities to ensure decent housing and combat speculation. While it is a recognized right, it is not an absolute fundamental right, meaning enforcement depends on public policies and the 2023 Housing Law’. More from Housing Rights Watch here: ‘The State of Housing Rights in Spain’.

News reaches me from Sweden that Per Svensson has died at the age of 92.

Per was responsible for me launching my weekly bulletin ‘Business over Tapas’ (so called because Spaniards like to seal their deals over a beer in the bar downstairs). His own weekly mailings were called ‘News from Spain’ and he passed on to me his subscription list when he retired in 2012.

Per was the leader of a Norwegian communist youth group and was charged with looking after the cosmonaut Yuri Gagarin on a good-will visit sometime after 1961. Per told me that the official schedule of speeches and photo opportunities was soon broken as Gagarin wanted to go drinking. He presented Per with a Soviet watch and twenty-five different ways of saying ‘Cheers’ in Russian.

We next hear of Per moving to Spain in 1966 where, he writes, ‘…I became a privileged witness to the great transition from a rotten dictatorship to a modern democracy…’. Per’s first business was in real estate, working out of Tenerife – where experience and tricks learned there set him in good knowledge for his main role, as founder of the Institute of Foreign Property Owners out of Altea in Alicante, a service started in 1982. In 1985 he published a book called ‘Your Home in Spain – before and after the purchase’ which was followed by another 15 editions in six languages. He warned against property-fraud, the time share industry, municipal corruption (we remember the scandal of thousands of homes without building licences sold to unwitting foreigners) and buying off-plan – receiving many threats from local politicians and speculators in the process.

This consumer agency would produce a regular magazine for its many thousands of subscribers with news about property in Spain – the joys and the pitfalls – and included a list of any foreign-sounding name that appeared in the Spanish provincial government bulletins (fines, alerts and so on).

Later Per and a few friends (including me) started Ciudadanos Europeos, a political agitation group pushing to get the vote for foreign residents in Spain. In 1995, we EU citizens were allowed by Felipe González to vote in European elections (whoopee!) but the Minister of the Presidencia, Alfredo Pérez Rubalcaba, managed to stop us from the town hall vote (he thought we would vote for the PP) until 1999.

With this going on, plus meetings in Alicante and Málaga and presentations in Madrid at the Complutense, The Valencian government gave Per an office to run his program, but then de-funded it the day after the local elections of 1999 when its use was no longer important.

I next met up with him on a project to open a retirement village for Norwegians from the city of Bergen, with the idea that elderly Northerners would rather move to Spain if the municipal heath service could somehow finance a retirement home for senior citizens (it would be cheaper than one in Scandinavia – and certainly more enjoyable for the residents). The project eventually fell through.

Per spent his later years between Bulgaria (‘it’s marvellous here, and much cheaper than Spain’, he told me) and Hamburg, before finally returning north to a Swedish nursing home where he died earlier this month.

He leaves behind his wife Heidemarie, two sons and a daughter, and our fond memories.