If in the 20th century, now yes, everyone has crossed someone’s biography, that is Ernst Junger – well, always where you are at the end of the 20th century: This was established by Joseba Gabilondo in 2012, with the publication of the novel Martutene. Junger, who was born in 1895, died at the age of almost 103 at the end of the century. But more than biological, his writings have become the 20th century's highest representative. An uncomfortable representative, an unpleasant representative, a reprehensible representative. The far-right German, the precursor of nationalism, the enemy of democracy, against humanism, is doing so today without any reason.

But it was something more complex. Thanks to a documentary from the art chain, I have known that it was a passion, nature, more specifically entolomogia, and more specifically beetles. He had in his house a collection of 30,000 species. It also named some species, for example a very striking one: Cicindela Juenge, his name. “He is a good observer, but also a good hijacker,” as if he were describing himself. It is at the heart of all its productions, even in those that seem objective and observing. He was a great observer, but observing, he always looked at himself, posing questions about how to feel things, how to see things. It seems a lie that what has been called the man of war, who described war from full coldness, then entomology, more specifically beetles.

I, in these things – and in all others – closer to Ingeborg Bachmann – “Nature is of no interest to me. I can barely distinguish three kinds of flowers"–, I cannot help but feel a point of curiosity towards those like Junger. Also, if we were to read only people nearby, we wouldn't learn much. We should also read those who are far away, therefore, in order to know what we should be heading for, if not otherwise.