Night in the Hideout, by Ignacio Orofo

Vox follows election night in Barcelona from its shelter on Camp Street. Some of the Mossos d’Esquadra endowments are scattered in the surrounding areas.

The place where journalists and supporters have been called is half an L-shaped vault. You could see the feet of passers-by if the windows weren’t covered with Vox-coloured opaque curtains. Green like the Spanish countryside.

Some of the columns are also painted green, and the backstage wall consists of images of cities veiled in green. A Spanish flag runs across the stage. There are also small Spanish flags, with their miniature masts, on the work tables. The calendars also feature a Spanish flag. It is colored, and it is provided by AEGC, that is, the Spanish Association of the Civil Guard. They are from 2023.

There are more or less equal numbers of information professionals as party affiliates. Good wifi. Trays of sandwiches and drinks are spread out, and journalists’ trays are running out soon.

Vox’s Barcelona headquarters present their own election night programming

Large screen provides live communication. Not with the polling stations or with the headquarters of the various parties, but with Vox. Vox has its own election platform, and apart from an on-screen sidebar that updates the count, with the number of MPs for each party, Vox counts Election Night Observation by Vox. From time to time they disconnect, then the MPs disappear and the entire screen is occupied by Vox videos. One, written directly in black and white, lists the deeds of Santiago Abascal showing the Spaniards everything he will do when he arrives or is part of the government. Black and white, of course, suggestive. People appear from the Spanish countryside, cows, bales of hay to feed them, tanks. After that, communication returns to Vox headquarters, and at least we can meet from the side
See how the count goes. This continues until ten o’clock at night, when a journalist asks the press service to contact a regular TV channel. which of these. The truth is, change is immediate, and from there the story is RTVE’s.

The results are holding, and the sympathizers who came to the headquarters – two weeks – are losing hope. The consolation that the Popular Party assumes its loss and in this way can be its crutch to reach the government is fading. No leader wants to speak at Barcelona headquarters before Santiago Abascal. maybe later.

The gunmen, many with Spanish flag ribbons on their wrists, look at the screen and shake their heads. They know that no matter how they look at it, losing twenty MPs has only one name: drowning.