The unemployed are looking for the need, the party union's letter, the trade in search of a watchful door. In the football field we are in a cadet game. Attentive to the ear, I hear the eyes of four neighbors. They have trash in their mouths in FCC's mind, door-to-door pick-up. The new system is said to need people. So far the doors do not open the limbo. They do not follow the game carefully, they leave the players and the referee at peace. What door they have to touch. The existing ones do not exist, the existing ones do not exist. They heated each other and threw lukewarm beams at the new situation, they say, without getting it right. They say that we need to learn about recycling, not just to meet, but to help citizens. They say there are meetings, but only about the separation of homes. You decide to telephone a FCC Middle Grade Manager. It moves away and approaches in a couple of minutes. There is nothing to do, they say that the knowledge of Euskera is an indispensable condition. Without Euskera there are no trades. They started to recast and I decided to leave. They want to know the outcome of the match. I gave it to him in Basque. You have understood that.