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Storms have started at 09:00 hours, although no injuries have been reported. A statement has jumped the screen of your mobile via WhatsApp.

AMA A How did you sleep in the house of the earth, honey? Did you like the movie you saw?

Iraitz, with a sigh of a few lungs, has been released to the shutdown button of the device.

- Your mother? – by Ametsek. Well, I guess mine has prepared some delicious madalenas. Yesterday he became furious. There will be a couple for each.

AMETS has risen from bed at full speed. She's put on her sneakers, she's picked up the jersey she probably plays with her pajamas, and she puts Xe Ibilaldia 2023 on the shoulder of Ondarroa's party, and she's told Iraitz to move in plain sight. He listened to him. But he got up slowly. Amets took advantage of the moment he opened the door of the room and went down the stairs of a jump to see the cell phone, spread the message of his mother and, of course, stop. “I can’t tell you I’m now in Abadiño,” he thought.

IRAITZ: Good morning, mom. Yeah, we had a good time. And a good movie. I have to tell him a little thing – he has rested half a second, which he thought was ten seconds.

Lur and his parents go to Durango today, and they've asked me if I want to go with them and spend the day. I want Eske Izaro to sign the album, you know, he's taken something special out of Christmas... and yesterday there was a row of Christians, there were so many children, I didn't get it... Do you think that is right? I'll come home at night, huh? Kisses!

If he had sighed a little earlier, he's done at least his triple. The mother immediately answered the OC. The thumb got up. He writes, says the cell phone. Well, typing, because that's having the device set up in Euskera. And he kept it in his pocket. She doesn't care anymore about saying what her mother has.

They dream of a couple of muffins and caress the neighbor's dog crossing in the door, while the two of them jump and tell the owner a smiling and smiling "aguuurrr". They don't know where to go, but they do know the street. Probably Durango. They have a nice walk in front of about three kilometers and have agreed that they will take the Neapolitan with a Neapolitan in a super-on coffee on the road, nothing else to reach Durango. Freshly made buns, with hot and sticky chocolate... Mmmmm!

He looked at the cell phone, just in case.

AMA A Have fun, my dear. I love you so much! [Kiss X3 and heart X1].

IRAITZ: I too, mother [kiss X3].

And with the phone in his hand, he's had an excuse to tell Amets, a little bit embarrassed, that he would like to go to a book presentation at 12:30, because he recently read ...

“Well, I’d like to go to this at 11:00 a.m.” Amets, as soon as Iraitz starts talking, and pulling out his cell phone, unlocks the screen. I think this tipa has made a cut ... I saw Ane Berriotxoa, tipa supermaja, in BTN.

With his head and words, Iraitz says yes. It says inside: “Allah ke guay, matx in the hobbies.”

There, after breakfast express, they have left, to the Zugaza film, where yesterday Iraitz slept. They sat next to each other and enjoyed the show.

At 11:00 in the morning and the tears that have spilled through the area, this holiday Friday morning, have not been just anecdotal. It's been very exciting. Ane Berriotxoa made a story about her mother in the short film Nire amaren etxea (My Mother's House), which tells the story. There have been hardly any words, only one voice off, but Berriotxoa has given the floor to silence. The author has said that it has been a way of giving recognition and forgiveness to his mother, among other things. "And I here, lying to my mother," Iraitz pondered. To say that you have felt bad is not a little, in the meantime crying.

December 6 is one of those days and bridges where a strange holiday is not discussed. So, for Iraitz and for Amets it's easier to go a little unnoticed. Well, at least for Iraitz. Like to justify it. It wouldn’t mean that it was a “student fueled yesterday,” nor would it feel “that 15-year-old geek.” What’s more, the crowd that congregates today can help this, I would like to think from the outside that they are two people, who have gone with their parents to Durango, but who are free to walk the day alone, older. And well, to go unnoticed among people, to show the "known" people that they've had their eyes full of tears, that wouldn't want anyone; today's people make it easier for there to be one more person.

-A cake for later, to eat. In Goierri's. I've been told it's better. What did you receive yesterday, Iraitz?

-Cheese and bacon. But I didn't like it very much. Well, I wasn't bad, but I was a little whole.

-You have to take the chorizo... You're going to learn! “Iraitz gets nervous, surrounds her neck, gives her a hug. Come on, let's go to the presentation of Ernaux's book.

"If Ernaux were here, what would he say about us? ", I mean, how I would see them. Beyond seeing it as normal, I mean.

If there are young people, at least, writing is a knife in the book presentation. Well, what do you want?, the translator herself, Leire Lakasta, the university has just finished. Or it's ending. "We're well placed here."

The plastic bunker on the side of the trade show has been filled with people, a visible bunker. A bunker to meditate, not to hide. Lakasta and Hedoi Etxarte, editor of the book, Katakrak, among others, will tell us about the figure, the being, the political activity of the writer Annie Ernaux.

-Ah, I know this typa.

-That speaks a dream, a silence, or something lower...

"Yeah, yeah, I saw it on Instagram," and he pulled out his cell phone. "He's going to be quiet! ", Iraitz asked. Interview with ARGIA. See what nice pictures.

-Yes, yes... I read it. But we'll talk about that already, huh? !

It's an exchange of messages by email. The book is a writing knife. A French writer asked Ernaux not only for his writing, but also for his way of understanding his work; and Ernaux replied extensively, meditating well. Fine writer Ernaux, but not much loved about French writers: he was not a Parisian writer, simply bourgeois, in the words of Etxarte.

This exchange of messages took place more than twenty years ago and has been well preserved for history. Ernaux says that writing is a political activity, but it has neither a super-powerful layer nor can it be limited to that. But it has or should have a political function, which is to write.

Lakasta has made those explanations with an incredible passion, and the passion that has awakened within Iraitz has been for nothing in the world. Like when a kid sees someone else's ice cream, and he says, "I want that," Iraitz would look at the young writer with that face. And Lakasta said: "I've taken the book with delusion and mime and felt a little bit of pressure, but I sincerely believe it's been round." Look! Mom, I want to be a translator. In other words: Go live four years to Vitoria-Gasteiz.

Come and search for thrones. “And then, please, let it be cold here and there will be no one at the fair now.” He has not dared to say out loud. AMETS has become a little angry, or at least believe it. He seems to have got bored in his speech. And that was only half an hour. Or maybe it's hunger, fatigue. So, if Amets wants to stay out smoking a cigarette, he has to withstand the cold and wet drizzle.

But once you've eaten, you've been given little bites, everything's going better. Goodbye to other problems. Well, not quite. Iraitz's cold is still there. “Go in, I beg you.” It was then that Amets made the proposal: The bilbaíno group Nize presents its new album at 14:30 hours. “At least it’s inside!” Iraitz, for her part, said yes. He doesn't know them, but I would hear them right now. Nize, Mice -- he found it puzzling.

Actually, I didn't expect it. He was surprised, because he expected to hear something stronger, something like a little hardcore. “Eske Nize, with that imaginary and that dress… it could have been something else.” But well, OK, he liked it. And it looks a lot like the Ithaka group. The way of singing the singer, the weight of the guitar and the melodies... There was something.

And it gives you an idea: in both groups, women are not only singers, they are the majority. Men, in the minority. But they have a presence. When people say it’s a “women’s group,” do they mean: Or are women's groups classified in it by default?

He shared the issue with his dreams. He immediately achieved it:

- And is it a “gang of men,” where there are four men and one woman? Or should it be a group of men by default?

After leaving Iraitz thoughtful, AMETS has got deeper into the world of interview.

Of course, if it is enough for a woman to ask for it, no matter what percentage, we would also include Raimundo in that categorization.

-Men and men on the stage, dreaming how to break it, men will also have to do something...

"Sure, yes." And they're doing it, but we can't totally bleach those who are doing it. Did you read the article that Mijo Lizarzaburu wrote when the mobile broke out? I liked what I was saying there, that virility is a privilege and an oppression, rather than an attitude.

"Yeah, I read it. And Aner Peritz's, too. I was going for something like that. Joe, who mobida emerged during those days.

Amets turned on a cigarette. Just if he had time to turn them on. The wind has blown strongly over the porch, which is supposed to serve as a refuge.

She gave the cigarette four whiplash and, in the meantime, they did not speak. There is time. Iraitz has pulled out the phone and hung on the Euskotren website to check the train schedules. She dreams of seeing what she's doing.

"Will you come home?" - Amets told her, while she sucked the cigarette and drank smoke. I thought you'd still sleep today.

-Already... But ... “He does not dare to say that he has lied to his mother and feels bad about it.”

"OK, OK. I see you cold and resolved. I will not try to persuade you. I'll find the man alone.

- Is there a mmmm of steam?

"Come on, bye." Until the next one.

Without time for more, AMETS has turned around and gone down the street. SARLIS (PPE). — (GR) Mr President, I should like to begin by congratulating Mr Sarlis on his excellent report. There was a "talk" missing. And Iraitz has not been given a single word. He didn't even think it was fair. But he hasn’t stayed with that cave, fair or unfair, just with that dry “aio”.

After a couple of seconds that looked like eternities, Iraitz turned around and headed towards Euskotren Station, where he was small. Just in case Maps in your hand, as the day is pretty dark. How hurried it is! He's quickly pulled the headphones out of his bag. As if he were unprotected, otherwise it is strange to see a young man without a headset when he goes alone.

Pi. The train doors have opened, and to close, a seat has been found and it's sat down. You cannot take your farewell face out of your dreams. It's changed music. Now you need something more sad than the latest Single by Olaia Inziarte. On Friday night, that's what you ask: And emphasizing the trains / in the raindrops / in the gaps...

The song was suddenly interrupted. Mother's call. He wants something for dinner. Implicit question: when will he come home. “Anything good, Mom,” she replied. “Soon, goodbye.” Play music again and close your eyes. Ana does not lie: You see yourself / in the wet shadow of the car lights / on the phone / in the panic animal and hypochondria...

Saturday morning.