Children's dance isn't boys. Dance isn't boys. There's one around here who gets offended by watching girls dance. Masked during the day, although the barricade is planted in front of the house, it does not leave it. Silent protest because their wives are dancing. It's like black plastic that's in front of the Hondarribia Mixed Alarde, but it's one, it's the only person. She admits that Zuberoa's dance survived thanks to the girls, but she doesn't want to see her dancing in the plaza. And it has its reasons, which we cannot understand with a cult as indifferent as I am.

Recently a friend had mocked him by telling him that what he loved most in this year's pastoral care was the girls' dances. I don't know if he was making fun of it or if he really believed it, but in return, his colleague received a phone call later, because the obscursive person wanted to tell him that he wanted to hit him twice. And other threats crossed the cable. Criticism of the Basque level of the friend. Go to learn Basque. Renegade.

Some, in a culturally intense country, are sublime lords. I am not going to pronounce a name, in the style of Kabana, so that everything that is mentioned knows itself. And so you may know that there are also supporters of mixed scaremongering here.