When I came to live in Álava, one of the things that surprised me the most was undoubtedly the organization of the municipalities. Name of municipalities that do not designate localities, localities that do not designate municipalities, capitals, gangs, small towns, etc. In the surroundings of Vitoria-Gasteiz there are also small towns, some very close, that can walk, with their small anteiglesias, with their small urban nucleus, with their cultivated lands... Some are Vitoria neighborhoods, others are almost. Durana, for example, is almost a neighborhood in Vitoria, but it is also a village.

Last week we went there, my daughters and I, the four. Our second game was going to play the first basketball game of his life. Since I don't drive, these kinds of excursions are for a lot. We arrived in Durana, however, by car. They left us up to the sports club. The boy was nervous. It was a new, modern and beautiful building, from which the Alavese lands of the fall were seen from large crystals. As all the birds of prey know, I also realize that these campas are spectacular.

When the match ended, we went with her daughter and her two daughters to find a bus to return home. The streets we went through at first had the form of urbanization. "What are the differences between urbanization and towns?" The daughters asked me. I didn't quite answer. Now, thinking, maybe history is the main difference. You feel the story behind a people. In the foundations of the buildings, there are roots of another era. In an urbanization, on the contrary, there are buildings without a historical base, independent gardens, formed by hollow structures that deepen the capitalist model of family isolation.

However, as we approach the bus station, we start to see other types of houses, the village houses. "These are kinder," said the kids who answered me "older." On a hill you also saw the church of the people. It was built around the 12th century. The cover is one of the most beautiful examples of the Romanesque Alavés. On the capitals of the corner you see two faces, woman and man, with medieval decorations. As the experts say, they probably took over the construction of the church. There they continue to claim their lineage, looking at us.

Our little expedition went on the side of marriage. Another woman running around with her shopping carts. He traveled with us to the bus station. From there, the Zadorra River with its bridge. Now the paved road passes over the bridge, but how long does it take there? How many people have gone through that bridge? More than one man, animals, human groups, groups of women like us, and of course, as in all territories, various armies. For example, in 1521 it seems that the wars of the Castilian villagers reached Durana. On 19 April, it was precisely on that bridge that two armies, thousands and thousands of fighters, were faced. And of course, they were killed and there they would stay with the corpses, and maybe the vultures would fly, and there would end many stories.

Next to the bridge is our modest bus station. It is wooden and there are no clues to which bus or at what time. Our new friend, the women in the cart, told us that posters always fall. As we waited, another girl came, young, smiling, not very tall, brown skin and curly hair. He sat down, but soon he got up and opened. Because there was wind, I was looking for the sun. "Wow! It's cold today!" said. "Yes," the woman replied with cart. I thought that public transport stations often see women and young people. Later, that morning when she began to see the autumn air, I realized that that young, new, friendly girl had been hanging a Palestinian scarf in her backpack. I also knew that this afternoon was opening the way for the demonstration to be held in Bilbao. That the road was going to be long; first he would take the bus with us from that small town of Durana, then he would cross the bridge where the old battle took place, he would reach Vitoria, he would go to the new big bus station… and he took the other bus to Bilbao. But even though the road is long, he thought it was something that had to be done.