Horticulture and politics have come together in your comic book. A bit surreal.

I heard Jacob say that whoever does not understand the garden is not a Basque cult. He turned my head around. One day, at ETB, they kicked off part of a Urkullu rally and I looked at their hands. It was seen that those hands had tasted more the smooth and smooth taste of the bread dough and not the rough and dirty of the orchard. In a word, they had taken no more than some azades. And I thought, “He will have no orchards. Will it be a Basque cult?” The story came out of there throwing.

What about lehendakari who doesn't know when the leeks sow?

Have we had a president who knows when the leeks sow? Perhaps Patxi López…? The first thing I would do would be to send him to Fraisoro School on Sundays in the afternoon to learn the basic notions of the primary sector. After you take it to the Ogueta fronton of Vitoria-Gasteiz from three to three until you hit it (this has nothing to do with the vegetable garden, but it is always estimated that lehendakari is a good sausage). And finally, that he should take up his position in the book Bizi Baratzea.

I have heard that you are thinking of starting to apply for the Certificate of Aptitude of Huerta for public positions…

I do not like that document at all. I have read the requirements and the questions so that whoever has the ability to learn from memory can easily overcome them. Surely many old and vigorous horticulturists stay out of the porch. I would ask for a certificate. This shows that it has harvested three great tomato crops in the last three summers. No sulfates, of course.

Do you have a garden? Do you know when to sow anything, or ask the grandmother?

It is not right for me to say so, but it is the most beautiful thing about Donostialdea. The tomatoes and green peppers of the time are running out of me. For the rest, I have everything: Chard, leeks, lots of pumpkins, onion, scarlet… and also eggplant (something small this year).

What about tomato Unai Gaztelumendi Arandia?

The difference between good and bad horticulturists is marked by tomato. Bale's lettuces go out to anyone. Tomato requires a new dedication, another attention, another small bowl. You have to leave it quiet, without tightening the stick too much, let it breathe peacefully. That's what I'm a little tomato. With the horticulturist who has good light tomatoes, he knows something.