I don’t even know where to start. Eurovision this year has been more than a musical disappointment. It has been a dirty, broken mirror of what we are as a society. Frankly, I don’t mind that Spain came 24th. Frankly, I don’t care if we go with a copla, with electronica or with a punk anthem. But the fact that Israel came second, that really burns me. It makes me sick inside. It makes me indignant.
And no, it’s not about the singer. Let’s be clear: this is not against a person, but against what she represents, against the context that has been swept under the carpet with glitter and colored spotlights. We are talking about a country that is being accused of war crimes, of massacres, of a brutal cleansing in Gaza, and yet it is rewarded and applauded in prime time.
And then I ask myself a question that no one seems to want to answer:
Why does Israel participate in Eurovision and Palestine does not?
It is not a question of geography – because Eurovision has included Australia. It is not a question of music – because there is talent in every corner of the world.
It is a question of power. Who has a voice and who doesn’t. Of who has means, protection, international narrative. And who has only rubble, corpses and silence.
Meanwhile, we, as spectators, swallow the show, vote, give our opinion, get excited… and continue feeding a circus where politics is disguised as culture and ethics is sacrificed in the name of spectacle.
And there are still those who are surprised that we are anesthetized, that they manipulate us as they wish.
The case of Spain is the least of it. That Portugal gives us only six points? That a proposal like Nebulossa’s barely scrapes votes? It is no longer surprising. It is not only a question of tastes or neighborhoods. It is that all this smells of calculation, of quotas, of crossed interests. It is a board in which music is just an excuse to place chips.
But the worst thing is not the post. The worst thing is what it reveals: that the pain of some is worth less than the show of others. That memory is fragile if there is spectacle. That ethical coherence is drowned in hollow applause.
And then we wonder why people distrust everything. Why cynicism, anger and disaffection grow.
Eurovision this year was not just a gala. It was a brutal lesson in what we are capable of applauding when we choose to look the other way.
And in the meantime, I…
I stay in my piece of paradise, here with my dogs, breathing deeply, trying not to let my blood boil with so much injustice, corruption and depravity of human beings. Trying not to let the peace that surrounds me be invaded by a world that, frankly, seems to have lost its mind.
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