It's an image that sometimes comes to mind. Retrieved by Maddi Barber in one of his documentaries. Period of construction of the Itoiz reservoir. Some kids are on a small truck. They talk about the land that has flooded. The road is semi-covered and you only see the glasses of some trees by the road. The boys have stayed on the slope and with the azades they have extracted some trees to put them somewhere else. I don't know where they were put. Roots were rooted or dried. If it were left in it, it would be most likely that the waters would be completely covered, or perhaps they would be half seen forming an image of their dreams. The other day a woman came to the office. In a pot was given a fern from the forest that he had for years on the balcony of his house. Because I always say that as a child, fern brought me out of the forest, but when I changed land, they died. I have the fern at the door of the house, in a bleak place. Not far from there is the fig tree brought by his father from the home of Oteiza. The one who has never given anything is probably too cold. Sometimes it is impossible to change place and sometimes easier than you think. However, we are always from a place, although the waters are covered.