Durango Fair. I've come out at the counters, feeling that everything outside the fair disappears. I picked up a book, opened it and jumped inside. Words, images, a world. One day I got a noise that I feel closer and closer and pushed me to reality:

– Danel. Danel. Danel! Daaaaaaanel!! My partner has grabbed me hard by my arm, forcing me to turn.

He drags me, without saying anything, with his eyes fallen on the goal I cannot see, until we arrived he has not stopped. Then I realized:

“The host!

Joseba Sarrionandia face to face. The queue of those who want to know the master directly is long (yes, as if he were the most famous footballer, he is creating a line as long as the fascination he provokes). After waiting for a time that has seemed like a whole world, the time has come for us: in a clumsy way, like the children we went, we have had with the great writer something that little resembles a conversation. In the signing book, that's right. And click, also photography; for eternity.

We've started walking to digest what happened. We stop, we look in the eyes and we hug. “Long live!” like those who celebrate Athletic’s goal. Literature hooligans? Who knows, but I have a very long smile on my face, I thought: “The wings of literature and the warmth of friendship, enough, to be happy!”