On Sunday afternoon, in the room of the cultural center Amaia de Irún, full of collars, I saw the documentary Bi Arnasa. In the documentary I felt the breaths of the Basque political prisoner Iratxe Sorzabal and his mother. I experienced the words of a tortured man and his mother, remembering the thousands of cases of torture that occurred in the Basque Country.

Two of these cases of torture were precisely 30 years ago. Two breaths are almost interrupted when two persons were arrested on 9 May 1992 and incommunicado and tortured for 5 days. At that time, I was only three months old, and those two breaths were my two guys. I began to realize what happened as I was growing up: that they were in jail, that they were members of the organization, that I had to travel many miles to see and feel them and that they were subjected to brutal torture.

Inside me, two opposing feelings grew: anger and admiration. Anger at what my relatives suffered and admiration for their total commitment to this country. These two feelings led me to follow the path they had shown themselves and, when I was only 14 years old, I became part of the national liberation movement/family, in principle in Irun.

They were tough and beautiful years, arrests, cases of torture, repression was the bread of every day, but at the same time complicity among members of the militancy, commitment, friendship… and the results of the work done.

It was clear that what happened to my uncles was not isolated cases, and I was aware that getting involved in the struggle for the liberation of this country could have such consequences. When I was just a teenager, it came to my mind several times that moment also came to me. And from my unconsciousness or mentally, I tried to prepare myself. How could I think I could prepare for such extreme suffering? And most importantly, how could a 15-year-old teenager assume that he would have to live something like this ... This beautiful documentary has shaken my interior again and I have dared to write what I felt.

One more month, one of my colleagues, who has been another of the thousands of breaths, has suffered a serious event. Eneko was tortured in his day, but insufficient, and a few days ago Spanish agents approached and threatened his daughter to perpetuate psychological torture.

Let that hatred sowing and sowing enemies for long years, those thousands of breaths they have caused, become the thousands of new young patches that will bring this people to freedom! Because they were, and because we will be!