Euskal Herria, Euskal Harria, Euskal-tel, Euskal Pizza, Euskal Bideo, Euskal Kebab.. But there seems to be no Euskal Bihotzik. I know more about a proposal – Hello, Holaxe... – that you have in mind, but for the moment they are only projects. We lack a magazine or anything about Euskal Brangelina, Euskal Belen Esteban, etc. In these cases, the need for morbid is satisfied with the others, and perhaps, as Uxue suggested, the Basques cannot do that among us, because our others are always further away. We can only find others outside of Euskal Herria, and that's why we can't walk muttering in public about our famous ones. It would be too strong.

I have already said this here and I do not want to dwell too much on the issue, but it is clear that mocking a mediocre foreign artist is natural and almost healthy, and doing the same thing of one of us, even if the reasons are exactly the same, is something tasteless and vaguely. A tendency towards self-consumption of gutarrism.

We don't have a public figure that's been created to denote it, so we do have a lot of symbolic and mystified characters that can be sold in souvenir shops. Of course, myths are needed. The impartial, cold, ultra-nationalist, ultra-fast and vain people who supposedly despise all myth are odious. Yes, a gutarrism among us as odious as nausea. We need myths, it's true, but preferably without caffeine and saccharin. And that's precisely one of the hallmarks of pop culture: it creates myths but without taking them too seriously. Cheap myths that can be thrown into the trash after use. At the age of seventeen you can wear the Morrisey T-shirt, at the age of twenty-two you can curse Morrisey and at the age of forty-five you can go to a return concert to compare the size of their respective tents. That is why I do not know whether we lack the Basque Heart, but at least Euskal Popa, as many have said.

This is the last ttakun of this season. I took a look at this year's one and I easily realized that there had been a lot of riots, jaleos, etc., that I had gotten headless and without a helmet. That many times I've been spinning clay back into pots. It was surely to try to find others among us. The damage that has been caused has not been very significant: four crochet on the left, two on the right, five uppercuts, a total of seven direct hits -- the bell has saved me many times. Those who tell me they want me have told me that it is time to put an end to this kamikazism and this Mohicanism. Leave the clay of the garden and go to the lilies, roses and poppies of the garden. Let me talk about these things and start doing literature once and for all. I don't know if you realize that this can be much worse, but for once, I'm going to try and listen to it. In addition, one of the tendencies in current literature is the reuse of personal texts – conferences, columns... – in novels. J. M. Coetzee and Enrique Vila-Matas have done something similar. Well, in my modest season, I will try to do the same. Doing literature. Writing themes to be reused in a possible novel. I will advance you: Uxue will be the killer and José Luis the detective.