You once dreamed of walking through Siberian lands, but without biting them you have gone out of the loop leaving a hole in the heart of many people in the Mining Area.

You had almost the entire collection of Pyrenaica magazine at home, because through mountain reports you go far. He once told me that he wanted to be a youth photographer in world wars, but instead life led to the Basque conflict and you have been in prison for many years.

He was born in La Ralera, in Ortuella, in the mining district of small houses and slums, still undeveloped. As you liked the mountain and climbing near here, you were always at ease in the European mountains of Asturias.

In a Castilian speaking environment without connection with the Basque Country, I did not understand what led him to become a member of ETA and to incarcerate more than two decades. That's what I asked him once on the mountain walks with sheep. You told me that, as in our house, you were also war losers, that in the national school you suffered the exclusion of the losers, the lack of freedom in Franco, the prohibitions of Basque characteristics, etc. You had read all of Ché's books and it was his star, sometimes he talked about Txomin and in the tears he cried he remembered Tturco in the meals of his house after the garden.

Living in our country, the moment, your character and your desire for change led him to walk your way and receive the punishment that came later. Among the trenches, however, you maintained the relationship with the friends of the people who were in other ways and you tried not to break the bridges by peace.

For those closest to it, their collective values, auzolan, solidarity, interest in youth and humor have
been their main characteristics. I remember the joy you had when we renewed between friends the roof of your old house. How easy it was to relate to the people on the street, to the people who had little and to the social prisoners in jail, and what he liked to hear the young and to become aware of the world they bring.

You liked the caves because you turned off the light in the cavities and in silence you imagined the ancient miners. From there I called our region the Bronx of the Basque Country, aware of the social breakdown we have here.

In the end you haven't reached Siberia, but there's no reminder of what you've given, especially what it takes to move forward in our region, to bring together different people and make us feel good, illusion, energy and strength.