I don’t know what Podemos would have done if he had left the government, returned to the squares with a raincoat, or to those towns with only toilet literature in Cyrillic, or to bottle pyramids like Soviet monuments to the worker, but without workers. The truth is that “Podemos” now is exactly the corner that he has in government, a corner like children at weddings, with its toy ministries, a pulpit like a high chair, and an official coat of arms like a bib with a bib. Panda. From there, they protest or remain silent, looking at children’s planes or something like that, but no one pays much attention to them anymore. Podemos has nothing to do but be in government, kind of like lying in bed, broken or dying. It disappears from parliaments and from the political agenda, its official leaders are no longer even known, and the unofficial ones are honored with lame and well-deserved cognac, dedicated, as it were, to dense dovecotes looking at the works from the media railing. They’ll be able to get out of government, but I doubt they’ll go anywhere else other than to be a troll or cook some opposition with a thermos full of sad broth.