Juan Carlos Purse He spoke again about the war in Ukraine, not that he had anything to say, but it makes us nostalgic, like when Ana Obregon says something to his old-fashioned TV fairy godmother. In fact, we cyclically remember and forget Monedero, just like Ana Obregon. But he is still there, active in his monasticism, which is now in streaming, in one of those programs like visionaries who do politics, or politicians who do clairvoyance, through those depths of the network that are like those depths of DTT, where only tarot and western films are shown, all with yellowish tones and anamorphic dizziness. He also has a crackling Twitter that he runs like a knife thrower, and here he is making his lonely and melancholy revolution as a cowboy playing birimbao or payne music. It was on Twitter where Monedero was equated with Zelensky Already Insert, for the equality thing or for the ballad thing. It does not make much sense, but I already said that a person is nostalgic, like Tacanyons or like Fernandisco.