Ort: What do you feel the most?

Des:Before someone answered, I felt eager to ask her question. How we feel and not how we feel. I have been asked a lot more about what I feel, a mixture of Basques, Navarros, Spaniards or earlier, and in what proportion, than how I feel. Secondly, we are assuming that the answer to this question needs a nation. Does it allow me to respond to Jordi Savall's amateur (or cafeteria)? Right? In addition, there is this “more” that forces belonging to the priority relationship, as if feelings do not admit simultaneity.

Ort: Well, after hearing this entry as beautiful as unnecessary, if you want, let's resume it: What do you feel the most?

Gla: I, 100% Basque. No fat, ha, ha.

Nam: I too, Basque, and I do not accept the debate about who I am. It's often happened to me that people ask me, answer me, and then a stranger starts to deny mine. What I am is a direct consequence of my spirit, not of history, not of the cradle of my ancestors, not of my language. The coincidence of history, of my surnames or of the linguistic choice of my parents, in my case, does not give me nor does it detract from me. I am going to be Basque, as my documents say, whether I am at the last end of the world or the last woman of humanity.

Ube: For I do give importance to the origin of my parents. Then I will do whatever I want with the witness. My father is Biscayan and my Cordobese mother ...

Tho: Like Jon Kortajarena.

Ube: …and as my age increases, I regret more and more that I have lived behind my mother’s culture. You don't think it was because of my mother's death, the thing comes from before. I think I have made peace with Castilian and with what my mother has conveyed to me. If I had one of my parents in German, I would have dared to confess half of Spanish that I would have declared in a middle German country. If there were ever a consultation, I would bet on a sovereign Basque Country. That is clear to me.

Gla: Why?

Ube: In fact, it could not be said exactly. It's an inner drive. You may be interested in it. What we have is too well known and doesn't smell too well. Perhaps an independent Basque country could launch another kind of dynamic.

Tho: Well, I feel local. Beware! This doesn't mean I'm a cosmopolitan. If I am in Lisbon, and I am going there often, I try to confuse myself with the people there and I find it easy to imagine myself a Portuguese, and I am sad to think how happy it would be if I were Portuguese, compared to the nationality that I have to have on my identity card. The same applies to Iceland, Croatia or Italy. Fate has been cruel. There are so many wonderful opportunities in the world, we have to choose between an oppressed or oppressive people.

D: You've never thought that if you were Portuguese or Icelandic, you couldn't get the comfort of Portugal or Iceland, because in the end you would find that there's no country right in the bottom?

Ort: I know where you want to go. Perhaps no state is more honest than any other; maybe everyone is corrupted, but the Basques should have the right to make our mistakes for ourselves. Your turn…

D: Me? I feel a coffee.

Ort: That computes as a Spanish.