I remember that the scandal that took place in our centre when we were taken home a year ago was colossal. In the courtyard of the institute, in the hallways, in the toilets, in the teaching room, in the direction, in the bus station, in the pediment, in the gym, in the dining room, in the classrooms or next to the coffee machine, a tumult was produced. Schools and high schools in Vitoria-Gasteiz were the first to close their doors considering that children and young people in the capital of the plain were the most invisible pollutants of the virus. Half of the guesses are false. The closure quickly reached many schools in Euskal Herria, Spain and around the world. But the initial euphoria, caused by fear or ignorance, soon called us farewell, and the sound of the computer keyboard prevailed in many people's homes.

Coincidentally, days, weeks and months have advanced, dripping, as if COVID-19 were a gigantic drip. With each drop, sometimes hopeful, other pessimistic, they look at the ghost waiting for teenagers to acquire absolute normality – freedom.

During the past black course, tension, stress, fatigue, lack of motivation and other similar names dominated as we followed the students, as no one dared to use other adjectives to describe the coffin experienced by young people. I was often reminded of that beautiful phrase that Felix Iñurrategi had pronounced to my little brother a long time ago and the students repeated Tomorrow will also wake up, thinking it could help him. Would it help me?

As soon as the summer was cleared, with the new course many teachers tried to distribute the umbrella, so that the drops that the huge dropper I mentioned earlier would no longer erode the mood of our young people. Unfortunately, there has not been enough for everyone, no courage, no umbrella.

We are already in the final straight of the course, the vase is close, for the young people of 17 and 18 years the month of May is the prelude of the summer, but, unfortunately, the humor of our future outbreaks is wobbling.

They don't say much in classrooms. But it is not necessary, because I know that they are waiting for the freedom that belongs to them. Indeed, we have been living in a moment of hope lately thanks to low epidemiological data or recent incorporation into the educational system. However, many, confessing to me like this, want to scream, but they are incapable, if not at cost and with bitter tears before the therapist who listens to their misery. Vaccines, I just hope the silent and silent screams will come to an end soon.