The youth of all does not cross with the same point in history.

It was Franco's times. Arrests, shooting, militant deaths, clandestine meetings... All the demonstrations were illegal: they pulled out the banner, they screamed, and when the police approached, they ran to the mountain. The anecdotes of her children's time that my father told me echoed in me. I was excited to imagine how the bombs dropped from the planes were shining in the sky and crashing on the rocks of Bizkargi or Lemoa. You realize that these issues are very confidential, that to speak in Euskera at home you also have to ensure that the walls don't have ears, that the fear of post-war is very alive, and you start to reflect for yourself, to tie yarns, to bite that environment.

Did that mean entering ETA?

Because of what people were asking for and the way soldiers were falling, it was for me the most logical step in the world. Militancy and militancy are always conscious. The one who comes in knows exactly what is at stake. You do not need to invent anything, you await what has happened to others. You are warned from the moment the enemy mediates arrests and convictions. In this way, the path is made by measuring the steps not to fall. You already know that the police can paw every time they want, they have no more to whip you to get caught. But you are almost bound to perfection, you made a mistake and you made a mistake.

He was arrested on 8 July 1980.

It was very hard, very strong. In bed they broke the door of the house to blame, and from there I prefer not to remember me. Once the consequences of detention have been devoured, better park in the past. I was taken incommunicado from home to the Indautxu police station. You're isolated, you don't know where you are, what day it is, whether it's night or day. You're broken by the dream, the humiliations, the sticks, and all the cruelty that you can imagine above that. It is terrible, torture awakens the desire to say what you want to silence at all costs. You're so sure you'd confess what you haven't done in hell. When I arrived in jail, I learned from a colleague that my father had been circling in the police station, shouting, “Come on!” I think it's one of the few times my father has called me "Sal."

How can man have invented tools like torture or jail to crush another human being?

One military soldier said half the world was about to spoil the other. It was completely true. You always endorse your assumptions, try to catch your logic, figure out where you want to subject you with the measures and punishments you have taken against you, but everything is cruel and the worst thing is that nothing opens up to the world, that everything is in the rubble. May the stench not conceive anyone, may no one be alarmed. In jail, you never know what you're going to touch. They continually run tests on you, you're the mouse in their lab. Your relationships with your friends are cut off, your visas are conditioned by family tracing. Today they will insult you, tomorrow they will lead you to the narrow isolation cell, where the sun barely enters. That causes enormous tension, and even if you try to avoid it, in a moment your body overwhelms you. For example, it creates a plurite, a sense of continuous growth that's very uncomfortable. You know it's a symptom of nerve destruction, that to turn it around you have to relax, but it's such an extreme situation... You're doomed to live a day to day. You don't know where you're going to be tomorrow. You're in your hands and you have to try to maintain your personality as you move forward and step back like a rag.

Is it hard to be conscious and to assume?

There are things that can only be done by mentalizing. That's what you have, that's the world you're in, and if you want to survive, you have no choice. It's very complicated to put you right, but with the insistence you'll get to ruin the fog and see the thought and behavior to follow. It is essential not to be put in jail. You have to make your way, knowing that what you do not expect can happen at any time, knowing that the jailer who has left today as a friend can hit you tomorrow. I have always tried to focus on my way and keep the distance with the servants. Imagine, I've also been touched by officials born when I was in jail. He knows it, you know it, but nobody says anything. You're not respectable for jailers. Despite years of captivity, you still don't kneel before your orders, so you look bad, suspicious, untrustworthy. It gives them a lot of rage not to get with you what they want. Every day they want to throw you to the ground, but every day you stand increases their defeat. That is a source of terrible frustration and hatred for them. I often wonder, “Are you angry with the lady and they’re paying me, or are they themselves?” That is why I am always on my way, without eating at the hand of anyone, making as few mistakes as possible and assuming all the consequences.

It's scary.

I am not afraid of prison, I do not think it should be, but I do have great respect. Jail is a deep hole surrounded by large walls, and the prisoner's day to day is the constant struggle not to fall into that hole. I respect everything that can happen in this fight, because at any time anything can happen. I'm often asked if jail is the way it appears in the movies. What if the film lasts for two hours and my conviction is over 30 years? It's very hard to explain what jail is that has not tried it on your skin. Not even the one with the most real imagination in the world knows how it would react to what's going on inside. Prison is very destructive.

That's why the prisoner dreams of flight?

The thirst for freedom is insatiable. You don’t want to notice details like “could be from here” or “I don’t have slaves at this time.” Sometimes you also see the street through the cell and repeat “it can’t be so hard!” Jail seems to you that your life is eating, your family is far away, you're limited and escaping becomes more than a dream. When I had been in prison for thirteen years, it seemed to me that my life was going away, that I was losing the train ceaselessly, that I didn't want to miss my principles, and when I saw the possibility of fleeing, I didn't think twice. I went through the first wall, but not the second one. My body was filled with bruises and bruises, but the psychological blow was more painful. The day before, I wondered, “Where will I be tomorrow?” I was convinced that I would be across the walls, and in the end ... I tried to escape from Granada prison and the next day I was driven to Caravanchel without telling anyone anything. I will never forget the appearance of our mother, having shaken skies and earth. At the time, it gave me tremendous joy. This is where you realize what people are able to do for you. Always above all obstacle and scare with you. I will never forget the tender smile we smile. “Past, still alive and hard!” No, I don't regret the effort. Because of that, I can't say I had it in my head, but I didn't try.

What didn't give you the try, gave you back the time. He left Jaén prison on 13 April last year.

I was in a fog. Asking people, the chaos of emotion, everything new, everything new, everything new, attention center... It's not a normal day in your life. In those cases, try to make the statements as reasonable as possible, give those outside what they expect from you, make those inside feel that their day is coming, and above all, move forward. The relationships you have within you are impressive, uniting you in that monotony that can be turned around at all times. Outside is different, you're with more people, that monotony has another meaning, relationships have another meaning and intensity. On the outside, much more importance is given to material things, to the economy. Inside you don't, you give yourself the best you have, your life, your years, and that can't be paid. Luckily, when I was in jail, I've walked a road with my girlfriend and my daughter, but until then I hadn't hugged them outside of jail. After all, it is nice to be with them in my village. I am the last to come home, and we are still in the process of adapting. It is not easy, but little by little we are finding our site with capacity and affection. For me, it's a big change. Inside you have your own life, you ask for you, fight for you. Here you don't, here you have to ask for things for the three, for the three, and the brain has to assume that it's not going to follow by itself, that it has to count on the ones at home.

Is it essential to have someone next door to face a new world?

Otherwise, how do you stand before that world? Where? How do you do things? You need security to move around, to know your environment, to receive information and to assimilate how things work. When I was taken away, there was no sub-structure today, no heaps of houses today, no internet, no cell phone, weighed, and the world was not going so fast. For example, without help, how do you know where to pay for unemployment? How do you know how machines work here? I was going to take unemployment 30 years ago where you don't know what's going on, and then there was nothing computerized. At first, you need help for everything, even walking down the street. In addition, it is very important to have a workplace or an approach to focus your life. That's what I'm putting in, redesigning the map of my life. The authorities will claim that the prison serves to be reinstated, but it is reinstated in the street, not in prison. Prison leaves very few consequences for people.

Since its departure, significant steps have been taken on the political scene. How do you live the moment? How did the negotiation live in jail?

In jail, negotiation times are very special, you don't know what's moving. One tries to read between the lines of the newspapers, but since it is not at the core of the plot, it has no more than hypothesis, and then he knows and understands things. Living in jail with expectations is very dangerous, and for us our freedom was a secondary issue. By resolving the conflict in this people, by the disappearance of the reasons that led us to fight, we believed that our freedom was going to come by itself. I've always been clear why I was in prison, so first I looked at the reasons that led me to jail, and then I looked at myself. Very significant steps have now been taken, the issue of prisoners has become a priority, but the objectives are the same, they are well defined, and the enemy knows better than anyone what they are. That's why you don't want to give them. In any case, you are sure that we will not give in until we obtain all the rights of the Basque Country.