What happened on Wednesday? What atmosphere was in the Old Town?

The truth is, I was working all day long. When I arrived at the bar at 14:00 it seemed to me that the atmosphere was sad and empty, but gradually people were cheered and the terrace of the bar was filled right away. Do not think that someone has appeared to control the limits of capacity, if people were respecting the distances and use of masks. No, no!

It was clear that people wanted to celebrate San Sebastian Day. When we marched through the loudspeakers of the bar, the entire terrace, with sticks, applause, wood dishes or happy, contented legs, followed and sang the march. It was beautiful.

The media and those responsible blame the crowding and the bottling, how did the police load catch him?

As I said, the police did not spend the whole day in the tavern to check whether the distances, capacity and correct use of the masks were being respected. We had to do their job (this is how we have been doing for several months). But by about 20:00, while we were working and working, I heard a rumor that in the Constitution Square, in San Telmo, in Bretxa and elsewhere, three or four furgons had appeared, and we all thought the same thing. “We will not end the day with a quiet and joyful night...”

The minutes passed and I started reading the messages my friends sent to the whatsapp groups: 'A rabbit breaks into X Street', 'I've seen groups of Ertzainas heading towards the Old Town of San Telmo with their shields.' "Our holidays don't exist anymore! I thought.

Can you count on more detail on how the burden struck you?

It happened on the Boulevard de la Parte Vieja. At the end of the work, and knowing that problems and burdens had already started, I stayed in the bar to spend time while I was taking the bus, cleaning it and getting to the station as soon as possible, avoiding any incident to get on the bus and back home.

Once at the bus stop, I realized that there was no bus service as the Boulevard was. As I looked around to see what I was going to do, I saw a friend with his dog across the street.

I told him it wasn't the time or place to be on the street with the dog, let alone the atmosphere on the Boulevard. I convinced her to go home and because I didn't have a bus, I decided to walk home. I live in Gros, in Ategorrieta, and we took the path of the second bridge, we went to the corner of Burger King, towards the Maria Cristina hotel, and as soon as we crossed the traffic light right on that stretch, there was a re-hearing of screams and riots. I went back to see what was going on, and boom! The bullet hit me in the middle of my face. Unfortunately, as I say, the coup was very fast, because as soon as I turned around I received the blow and gave me no time to see anything. I have some confusing memories, but I think I saw four or six Ertzaines under the scaffolding of the works around the Whisky Museum and I think they were, because they were closer. They weren't that far away, 30-40 meters away, no more.

In a video you can see that the order of “throwing to give” was issued. Did you see where they were pointing?

Unfortunately, it happened very soon and I saw nothing. The next day I saw all these news in the hospital and read them. I also shared them on social media. Meanwhile, some Ertzainas are heard saying, “We’re going to throw, OK?” When I saw it, when I heard it ... Oh my God, you don't know what cholera, what helplessness! I felt a fire inside of me. Furthermore, it seems that everything that has happened to me is justified. Do you think so? Terrible.

What happened after the shot?

The companion who accompanied me on my way home accompanied me. When I got the hit, I didn't feel much pain with the heat of the moment, but I did feel that I was bleeding abundantly from my mouth. It was the first thing that I came up with. 'Goggles, I've been broken a tooth.'

But when my colleague saw me, he immediately took out the buf he was wearing and told me to cover the wound. 'Nahuel, come on. We're going to Emergency Room. Then I understood that my wound was more serious than I had assumed.

How are you now, what have the doctors told you?

Today [Saturday] is the first day I have spent at home and the truth is that I woke up a little worse. In the hospital I had no pain or discomfort, because they helped me a lot and gave me a lot of medication. But the first day he spent at home with the paraceté has not been as professional as in the hospital, the difference is noticeable. Otherwise, I can speak, but without opening my mouth too much.

Has anyone contacted you about what happened?

At the moment I have only spoken to three people who have sent me from the City Hall. I answered several questions to denounce what we had left to meet with them on Monday.