A Traveller’s Tale: The pain in Spain is mainly for the young
Schlepping into downtown Madrid from Barajas airport on the wonderfully efficient Metro, it was hard not to look around the crowded carriage at young Spaniards heading out to start their weekend with some serious Friday night partying and wonder not just if they had jobs, but if they would ever work, at least in the foreseeable future. Youth unemployment is now over 50%.
All is not well in Europe’s fifth largest economy, with 10-year bond yields pushing back through 6%, street protests at ever more savage austerity measures and the pricked property bubble still eating away at the financial health of much of Spain’s banking system. Inflation is falling, dropping below 2% in March, reflecting the economy’s slide back into a second recession.
Sovereign debt is hardly at Greek or indeed UK levels at a figure of 69% of GDP at the end of 2011. But it rising rapidly, driven by burgeoning debts owed by the 17 semi-autonomous regions, especially Catalonia, Valencia & Madrid whose chronic overspending accounted for a third of the 2011 budget deficit, which reached 8.5% of GDP despite earlier forecasts of only 6%.
For sure, Madrid’s gloriously charismatic Cervecaria bars were busy, but on a Friday evening they were nowhere near the manic panic overcrowding of bygone years. Glasses of vino tinto and plates of tortillas, albondigas and pimientos de padron could be ordered without resort to sharp elbows and received with almost no delay. Restaurants were very far from full. Taxis sat at their ranks uncalled, their listless drivers seemingly disinterested in the urgent summons of tourists and locals, late to be somewhere.
The Museo Thyssen-Bornemisza gallery is one of Europe’s best art experiences, with its great light and even better space, currently featuring the early works by Marc Chagall, complimenting his later output on show elsewhere in town at the Fundación Caja Madrid. No sign here of the queues for the Lucien Freud or Hockney exhibitions in London. All was eerily quiet on a cold showery Saturday afternoon, making for quality viewing but depressing thoughts about a country seemingly deep in denial about its economic realities, at least at government level. Taxi drivers were less optimistic than their political masters.
Lecturing to Masters Degree students at Madrid University on international insolvency law and practice seemed an entirely relevant topic. What did they think of where their banks and real estate speculators, encouraged by weak regulators and naïve politicians, had taken them and their career prospects? Not a lot it seems, except to mourn the absence of friends now rebuilding their lives across Europe and the world.
One bitter comment struck home: “We are the new Irish, doomed to wander the world in search of better prospects”. It seemed churlish to remind the earnest young man that this tribe was matched by equally desperate mass emigrations of talent from Greece, Portugal and of course Ireland itself. The young in Europe live in deeply troubling times.




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