Her daughter is in charge of the bus that takes her mother with her friends. It was time or sign that the relay arrives, you choose. Retired militant in the meetings coordinating with the friend's son. Young people have been told that with the generation of their parents it is not always easy, strange invoices from 30 years ago are brought to the table. The old entrepreneur has given the newcomers the infrastructure accumulated for years. The young journalist has asked for a chronicle since the central studio to a former director who works as a street reporter. The helicopter image of your grandfather that stems Segaz Beletan Ns Esku Dago has organized your child's elders in a distant corner, and then put them on the Internet who might be your grandson, not without warning that veteran who has seen the computer create the title. My grandfather, by bicycle, was going and coming through the green, and my mother, by the radio, was counting, my son, among the pots at the corner of the meals. Uncle R.U., who faces the sunset of the hospital with dignity. the patriarch sends the message: “Our hands too. +2 from Donostia Hospital“. Do the way of the homeland with me, we sing from Iruñea, believing that we have also broken the age chain: the fire is alive, we are not lost.