The computer scientist from New York who knows what has happened these days in Spain

Martin Scorsese was not at his best personal and artistic moment when he shot Jo, what a night! (surreal translation of After Hours, 1985), seemingly minor comedy about a computer scientist who goes out for a drink after work, the night turns badly and his multiple attempts to return home end in fiasco, with all the urban tribes of the (still) wild eighties New York conspiring against him. One of the many geniuses of this black film is its ending, when the computer scientist (in a state of utter confusion) ends up deposited in his office a minute before it reopens in the morning.. Hectic round trip you will never forget.

Well then: the electoral campaign of Sánchez and Feijóo has been a Jo, what a night! of book.

If one looks at the poll averages, one observes a fascinating phenomenon: the day before the campaign began, the PSOE and the PP had very similar percentages of votes to what they are now..

Could we have saved all this? Do the campaigns not move anything? Something moves, and there have been some saw peaks, although nothing from the other Thursday. But if the polls have moved rather little, Sánchez and Feijóo are like Jo's computer scientist, what a night! after their craziest party, as if a hurricane had passed over them, dazed after not a few electoral tribulations.

The campaign has been an emotional roller coaster in which the two main candidates have had very good moments and very bad moments.. Given that the PSOE came from absolute despondency, it could be said that the campaign has gone well for it, except that Sánchez failed miserably at the decisive moment (the face to face)..

On the contrary, the PP started with highs of euphoria and lows of interest in a busy campaign, the hyperactive PSOE overwhelmed it at times and, although Feijóo came out of the debate like a shot, he ended up on the defensive, asking for the time and giving explanations for all the crimes committed and to be committed.

As in Jo, que noche!, both candidates have suffered all kinds of ambushes and incidents during their trip to the end of the night of Spanish democracy: accusations of lying more than talking, of waging a dirty war and even of cronyizing with drug traffickers.

The shit storm has been forceful, but, at the end of the road, we are as at the beginning, only much more exhausted. Catastrophic and exhausting draw.

Or as a waiter says to Scorsese's computer sufferer: “Would you like a drink? He looks like he needs it.”