It's a dangerous exercise, banned in journalism. However, one can predict what has not yet happened when writing, even if it is not a magician. The Tour would have to go through Maule at three o'clock in the afternoon. The tenor may be wrong when it comes to reading, but the cyclists went through Maule.

What is not fiction, are the back and forth of the holders of the day before. The presence of the French police was necessary for the Tour de France. A few Basques with Spanish registration climbing the mountain to prove that they were Basques; a stop in Maule, take some banderoles for the prisoners, and go ahead. And we here, lost in France. Trapped in the France of the Tour screen.

On the day of the Tour – when it came to writing that this is an announcement – we made a bertso poteo in favour of the Basque prisoners and exiles. Normally, people see us, they see us with our color, our music and our music. This year, I suspect we've been taken by an ad caravan spike. Although it gives me a point of rage, I am somewhat sweated by the grudge: when the cyclists passed through Victor Hugo de Maule Street with their camera, we did not realize it, because we heard verses in the inn of Zinka. n