Marchena

His voice was playing on the car radio at all hours, and it wasn't a Grammy. His gesture dominated the still image on television, and he was not a flashy politician. During the months of the trial of the procés, the very popular Manuel Marchena was something like the empathic face and the viral echo... of the State; and it was from the skyline of Madrid to the last town of emptied Spain. With the most controversial sentence in the history of democracy, the decline of that god of Justice would arrive. One and the other -their old supporters, in particular- were in charge of demolishing the myth. And he himself had taken care, once again, to break the mold in which he had been locked. Because in the end, Marchena -neither the hero nor the villain of constitutional Spain- turned out to be... just a judge. And this is the man. This is the lawyer. This is the high magistrate who was born in a borderland, who grew up among friends and enemies, who changed labels, always one step above the Law, higher... from power. A character of flesh and blood, happy, ironic and sentimental, brilliant as few, calculating for some, and true to himself, whose name lives on despite himself in the pools.