Yes, I know, now you get angry not having known them before, not being there; but for that we are the columnists, to spoil the day. In Huppert Urruña, then, he learned that one of the last films, if not the last – Frankie nothing from the other world – was to be pre-premiered and announced its appearance. The bottom line is that the room is packed and a great gift for the attendees.

That summer moment that has just passed – snif – has reminded me of another culminating point, which has happened a few years ago a few kilometres from here. In the Galician Compostela, the film Numax, among others, opened its doors (never miss it) and the director of the film Clouds pasaxeiras, Aki Kaurismaki, one of Europe’s great film directors, appeared in the screening. I was angry that I hadn't been there. And envy, nothing heals.

But more than envy, this column would want to talk about other things, for example, the choices we make. Compared to the big, we love the small – I think you too, dear reader, otherwise you wouldn’t be reading this magazine. Compared to the festivals, the local movie theaters. In the area of Caballeros, kiosks of Etxeondo, neighborhood bakeries, local shops. Yes, I know, you will tell me that one does not take away the other, that you can do both, until throughout the year you become a regular spectator of a small movie theater and get fed up with the movies at the festival. But do we? The truth is that we drown in tears when those little ones fade away.