I started to mentally write my article while I was in the car. I usually have the best ideas in the car while driving alone. I'm going to Bilbao, to the Arriaga theater. The Artedrama company is today staging the Miñan play. It's Friday, October 25.

Approaching the atrium of the theater, it is a joy to palpate people's expectation, I notice the effervescence of the first phase in the environment. Whether intelligible or not, a Basque creation does not occupy the seats of the Arriaga every day. People have gradually been sitting in place. The public address voice in Basque and Spanish asks that illuminated screens not be used and that the phone be switched off or shut down, in this order. The lights went off.

Sambou Diaby finished the play with the phrase "life is not so easy to say" after an hour and a half of absence from the actress. Then there is a wave of applause, which has lasted about two minutes, according to Interior. In the eighth row I've seen Gorka Urbizu dry her tears, so I've allowed myself to do the same. In the meantime, theatre director Ander Lipus presents the entire work group on the stage: actors, choreographers and those responsible for scenography, technical lighting and other members of Artedrada. Timberlake Wertenbaker, author of the book's adaptation, Amets Arzallus, and Ibrahima balde himself, among others, will also be in the cast. Smiles and tears mix. It has been a very emotional moment, although it does not seem to have been read in this way.

The public has been satisfied with the performance. It was worth it! "People with face gestures said." But when I went to the car, a thorn crossed my satisfaction. Unfortunately, Miñán is not a fiction, nor a trip to Europe from Guinean Ibrahima Balde. It is a portrait of the barbarism of the world without worships, which is read in the letters in the first person, full of experiences that you and I hear with words, but I never felt. And, of course, it has as protagonists people of flesh and bone.

Nor can I forget the role that artistic demonstrations must play, the responsibility of denouncing and ending the immense injustice that has been generated in the culture of savage consumption. In this sense, I am happy to go home because the Miñan play is a confirmation of political action. There's pain here, and there's pain there.

Greeting others, I got into the car and, to prove my courage, I decided to leave Bilbao without using Google Maps. On the road, I think again. I have a lot of sensations in my head that I won't know how to write tomorrow. I came home with a doubt and a certainty. The fact is, I can't go anywhere without Google Maps. But I wonder if everything I've seen today will make me lose my dream.

Aritz Peñagarikano