Remember when the first bite was: 28 April 2019. Because it coincided with the elections in Spain. It happened in the most stupid way: when he took the voting role of the party that always votes – by tradition, by conformism, even by a point of abouga – and put it in the Congress box – he has never voted in the Senate, does not understand this institution, it seems futile – he felt he lived, in the liver.

The doctor told him it was normal, do not worry, as the transplant is still relatively new, it is normal to feel this type of discomfort. He led the whole process pretty well. Recognition of disease, treatment, preoperative, intermediate, later. He never wanted to know who the issuing body was, for example, he didn't even try to know. And not so much because it's forbidden, but because it's scary to him, imagine, he's not racist, but if he had belonged to a black man.

I only occasionally felt pain, not constantly. He felt it for the second time a month after the first time, on 26 May 2019, precisely two times: the first one forcefully, as on the previous occasion, and the second one perhaps a little softer, at the time when he introduced the voting role in the municipal box. He always votes for the same party, but on that occasion, the novelty was the presentation of an independent for the mayor.

In the elections last Sunday, for the first time, and breaking the habit, he voted for another party on the Abertzale left. She's sick of having to repeat the elections over and over again, she wants people to solve things, so she's quiet, in the bar with her friends, or watching the football team at her heart. The liver has caused you the least pain of all time, that is, the change of medication prescribed by your doctor. For the first time, too, there has been a desire to know who the donor was, to know, at least, what aspects he was voting on.