Although the name suggests the opposite, the grasshoppers are not the places of adults: children also need (and deserve) the places of access. You've been taught the Christmas that you just left behind. In the conversation captured by her eyes and ears, she thinks she sees her son's main handle talking to her grandmother: Pope Noel does not exist, Yaya; Olentzero does!” Two days later, holding hard on the grip, the boy has made you part of his doubts and discoveries, by dropping the tooth of the umpteenth milk: “In my opinion, father, the little mouse Perez doesn’t exist. How is a mouse going to bring all of that? I think the little mouse Perez is Olentzero.”

However, the suggestion of the name is not entirely irrefutable, and it is easier than we imagine the logical thinking that the adult government attributes to us. As in the case of children, we need above all ties with existence (and absence). The classic piece you found with an aunt you only see at Christmas: “I believe in God, not as the Church or religions have said… but there must be some higher force.”

You, also in the new year, still believe in the shooters.