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INPRIMATU
On the occasion of the San Sebastian Festival / 6. DATE
Smoke-free days
  • A man who has spent a long time in Mexico has returned to San Sebastian. Whoever finds it has nothing to do with what he met in his youth. In a city where the presence of conflict is everyday, it cannot adapt, alone, and has problems with alcohol. When she leaves, she looks for the family that abandoned her, she discovers that her daughter is in jail...
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'Ke arteko egunak' filmare fotograma..

This is the plot of the film Ke arteko egunak (1989), directed by Antxon Ezeiza (1935-2011), which was assisted by Koldo Izagirre and Usoa Urbieta to write the script. D. Pedro Armendariz (1940-2011), a film starring the Mexican actor, was the first film in Euskera that premiered at the Official Section of the San Sebastian Film Festival. This film involved many of the actors who have since become popular in the cinema of Euskal Herria.

Although he received the Donostia Prize, he had a short career in the halls. On the one hand, because he had received little support; and on the other, because they started a witch hunt against the film and Ezeiza itself.

By then, Ezeiza was already a well-known figure in the world of film, and besides being mentally left-wing and Abertzale, his disposition and practice in favor of Basque film was especially clear, as he was one of the promoters and author of several sections of the Ikuska series, composed of twenty short documentaries shot between 1979 and 1984.

The Franco regime promoted the creation of the San Sebastian Film Festival to clean up its image, with the aim of organizing a similar festival in Venice since 1932, Cannes since 1939 and Berswick 1951. Thus, attracting foreign filmmakers, actors and journalists to Donostia-San Sebastián, the harsh repression suffered by the Basque Country, who intended to disguise themselves after colour screens.

At the end of Francoism, the Festival returned as a bumera against this purpose: In 1975, the Swedes withdrew all the films in protest at the firing of the Txiki and Otaegi ethnic groups. The following year, protests by Josu Zabala, killed by the police on 8 September in Hondarribia, reached the door of the Zinemaldia, where the Police launched relentlessly against protesters and festival attendees.

In the following years, the Festivals were days of smoke, as if at the arrival of September, the tradition inherited from the Franco, severely hit the repression, making the Festival a showcase of a violent political situation.

Yesterday, when I left the screening of one film and entered another, I went around the area of La Concha Bay.

Many foreigners admired the beautiful beach that showed the impressive low tide.

I was influenced by the film I had just seen, reflecting, when I met the ghost of Pedro Sansinenea, incarnated by actor Pedro Armendariz Jr. in the film The Days Between Smoke.

I was sitting on a garden bench, in front of the consistorial house, holding my head with both hands, drinking at long intervals from a bottle that had been kept in its paper sleeve.

I sat next to him, and little by little, in his rhetoric, which was no more than a murmur of words and phrases, I began to understand them.

"Look!" Do you see those Spanish television vehicles there, in that step between the boat club and the City Hall? Here were the National Police vans ready to attack protesters trying to flee the Old Party...

- We have good time - I said, to avoid the issue.

-Yes, excellent. Do you know that I left Mexico because of the overwhelming atmosphere of this city and that when I returned twenty years later I didn't understand what was going on in this city? It was all smoke and fire... And now?

-Times have changed... – I tried.

- That's what they've changed... - he said and removed the drink from the bottle.

He offered me the bottle, but I politely refused.

As Peter talked, they walked around us, in a quiet and evening atmosphere, the tourists had kissed and the cinéphiles, with the accreditation card hanging from the neck.

Peter made a gesture of outrage, pointing his hand to the passers-by.

-... there is no smoke in the streets anymore... I do not understand why my daughter is still in jail after thirty-one years!