October Sunday is a beautiful afternoon, fresh but sunny. I've gone out to the bread and I've taken the newspaper, I've turned around Sunday before the meal. Time is so beautiful that I've been aroused by the desire to sit on a park bench to read the newsletter. We are in the autumn, and we know that these clear dates must be taken advantage of.

That is what I have done, sitting on the bench and smoothing the newspaper. All of a sudden I realized that that Sunday at noon I'm in a public chair; I'm in the park, although I don't have to be vigilant; I don't consume anything; I'm reading the newspaper on paper. Reading. In Basque. Reading the newspaper in Basque.

When I was aware of the situation, I felt outsider at first. Later, the oldest, from another time.
I didn't want to do a performance, but that seems. Around them there are few newspapers, and the ones you see are the sports press and the newspaper, all in Spanish.

Do not consume and occupy public space. I'm definitely a periphery and I'm demoted.

I'm against the wind, but it's so nice (and easy) to do it in the sun!