The gap has come and we have filled the terraces with our fears and rabias, trying to return to normal and hide the above. We have a great challenge in front of us, at the crossroads. Consciousness will certainly grow and we will not be able to return to this, even if we want it. A unique place to criticize, a time to take stock of our people. Isn't the identification of weaknesses and strengths, a way to be better prepared for the future?

We can spend hours looking outside, asking a thousand questions and correcting criticism and responsibilities. But the people have a serious problem of infantilism. Let us take care of those who do not serve us and those who govern us and demand what is even more serious for us. Assuming unreasonable exceptions in the productive sphere, transmitting the lack of right of children and adolescents to our descendants, applauding the continuous cuts in health, defaming the uncertainty in the media, reconciling work precariousness with unpaid care, assuming fines and arbitrary beatings, denouncing among us...

Cabacas is not black, not even Alsasua. Ndiaye is not American and if, on the contrary, Kobe Bryant had come to the Mediterranean as a pawn, we would have come to receive us as a poison drug. We can create eleven resistance boxes in eleven villages and for eleven years, and we are not going to collect as much as the banks rob us. Don't live, it just serves to survive, as long as we allow kings, politicians and multinationals to continue to usurp our work and our nature.

In the meantime, the Government is writing the account of the situation. Trusting our food sovereignty to Eroski and other “agents” similar to those I do not want to talk about, when they have taken advantage of the crisis to raise prices. Not our researchers, but the friendly companies when distributing grants and ERTE. Joaquín and Alberto have not left and in Azkoitia they also work without wasting time, at any cost but “Omm”, creating a new landfill at the service of the industrial genocidal that generates jobs. The elections are coming and they have, of course, stopped for the time being.

Perhaps we can put their dirtiness into the new Donostia Topo Holes. Perhaps, in the depths that have been opened to us for our own navel, we will find forgotten political responsibilities and, at the same time, devoid of funds to the same positions that they “occupy”. It would not be a bad start, for a new normality, to start dreaming and building the people that we yearn for without submitting to anyone and from the Auzolan.