Violence is involved in all areas of life. Migrants are left homeless in the water ruthlessly. The right of the state call the left “barbarians” and cry out that they will recriminate civilization. And barbarism has reached the places of our peoples and the privacy of homes.

On June 22, the members of Baigorri’s readers’ group spoke with great pleasure to Maddi Ane Txoperena. The guest was the bookseller Mint de Ortzaiz, who lives in Ene (2020) to refer to his first novel, and Ez erran inor (2022) to play the second tasting. Both stories aim to break a taboo, one that studies the scant transmission of intimate memories within families and another that tries to rise within the character that has suffered sexual assault. In his work he lives within me, the young writer has made it clear for free that young generations are intertwined in this respect. It does not tell anyone, for its part, the book has shown the existence of sexual abuse in our society, as on other occasions, in society in general and in the Basque country in particular.

I spoke of norm with Maddi Ane Txoperena, because you would be at hand on June 10 in Baigorri another meeting organized by Basaizea and the medical center with Erran and Bizi on increasingly frequent sexual assaults. The rapporteurs were specialist doctors: they have recommended that it should never be dedicated only in the time of the holiday, until preventive campaigns, sanctions and, of course, new methods of education have obvious consequences. Apart from the issue, the doctors of Erran and Bizi have also recognized that sexual assaults occur more in the houses than in the rest of the town: precisely these doctors can demonstrate that there are many cases of incognito, in this interior of the Northern Basque Country that seems so idyllic.

Consequently, an environment as distant as it is impressive can be seen. So where do we find something to be happy about? In the mid-19th century, the renowned poet Charles Baudelaire already made these observations and represented a dark future. “The world ends. [...] I do not tell [...] that we will return to the state base, and that we will go, among the herbose remains of our civilization, seeking forage, weapon in hand. No, these adventures could still be a vital force, an echo of the early times. [...] the general collapse through institutions will not appear especially [...]. It will be by cardiac incandescent” (Fusées, 1867).

A century later, however, in the magnificent science fiction City, Clifford D. Simake invented that man would escape the planet Jupiter, where he would become a new, clearer and fully fulfilled being. That the earth would fill it with dogs, robots and ruins. Only the prohibition of being violent and murderous would have been passed on from human civilization before the new reality.

For the distant future any representation is possible; why not dream of the finish of man, pessimistic as Baudelaire, or positive, as Simake did, taking as absolute ideal the disappearance of barbarism. But we're not in that. The wild universe that attracts Miren Amuriza in the novel Basa is moving on to another, still the salbayon. The urgent thing is to perpetuate the warmth and the multitude, denouncing all the violence.