On both sides are the Minister of Defense, Margarita Robles, and on the right are the Deputy President of the Government, Carmen Calvo, and the Chief of the Army General Staff, Teodoro López Calderón. They're not alone. About forty people, well-prayed on the ladder, smiling. Wearing white scarves on the neck: They are part of the choir of the church of Getaria. In view of the barrels, two txistularis appear. And a dancer. On the shore, the only one with no scarf, the president of the Real Sociedad Bascongada de Amigos del País.

There's pride in the picture. They have gone to Madrid to sing in Euskera, to make it clear that they once turned the world around with the citizen. The military museum accompanies them with the motto chosen for the exhibition: "We were the first." The first ones, because that's how crazy people talk; and we, because that's right, there's no time or space in victory. We all arrived with Elkano to Getaria in September 1522. The photo has been very nice, there it will be someday to say: I was there with the king. It will decorate the living room very well.

And that's it, even photography, a nao that runs through time. Sympathizers teach pleitesia to an anachronistic rinse, like black slaves to the head of the plantation, with their folkloric adornments, as if in all these years we had not had Azurmendi, Aresti, Estebani. As Elkano has done, to reach the port of departure after so many years and efforts, to the Youth Club’s chests, Gipuzkoan characters, friendly and family members of the nearest house, who are gentle and domesticated guests in the elegant Army House, away from Matxitxako and free of pressure. Happy people.