You, who have been persecuted in school and therefore have no crew, I do not know how you live that you do not have a crew. To me, that made it very difficult for me in the day to day at the time of the ikastola, until I became dependent on the desire to have a crew. In recent years, and at the age of 28, I'm unconstructing the concept of crew and what this entails, putting into practice ways to relate outside of heterosis. However, this does not take away – although to me it is enriching and liberating – that today it will reconnect with the wound that once in a while arose at that time.

I don't know if your story, but it will surely be similar to mine in many ways. In a 1 ESO email, I was kicked out of the crew. The event revealed the hidden pursuit on the FP and lasted until the ESO 4.mailara, until I decided to change school (although it had continuity on the street). At FP, they hid my glasses, told me they were going to stick when I left the ikastola… At ESO, flip flops, nicknames and mockery, cyberbullying…

The trace of the wound caused by all that happened is there, loaded with rage that at that time I didn't get it right. Therefore, with this writing, I come from my vulnerability to be the voice of rabies; I think it is necessary that the bodies hit make public our experiences and emotions, so that you know that you are not alone, that those emotions are collective, and that those who are on the other side/those who are on the other side have to know what can/can influence with your/our active and passive behaviors. I've been quiet for a long time, and it's time for you to tell me your own, even though no one has ever asked me.

I was particularly fascinated by the footprint that this violence leaves on a body. Uxue felt a banishment from the time, he was taken away from the place. Surely you have felt this way too; the marginalized, after all, is denied the place. That is why it is no accident that I have not wanted to live in the village for a long time, even though I want the people and actively participate in it. However, I do not feel that it has a place of its own. On the other hand, has it ever happened to you, for example, at the patrons, to have to ask for ‘permission’ to go out with a crew or with your sister? From his vulnerability to “ei, I also want to participate”, saying. And this while you get the uncertainties inside you and the fears of being rejected. I do, many times. I think this is more common than I think and I get angry. To me, the days before the parties have spent many years of anxiety and restlessness, and one more year. Once I have protection, that relaxes, but sometimes I have many uncertainties in the interaction with compatriots. All of this, in my mind, happens to me from time to time in other scenarios. Like you, I think.

In a country that is suffering from quadrillism, I find it difficult that, after being banished from your people, you will find your place again, if you do not have quarries in the village, or a strong network of friends. Every time I read the “Crew Day” in the Patron Party program, it reminds me that for me it is a day without a crew. And a belief rooted in a beaten body that's been kicked out of the crew might be that that body isn't who if it doesn't have crews. Perhaps it would be necessary to reflect on the quadrillism in the Basque Country, and it would not be worth rethinking those days of crew, because everything I have shown is intimately related to the quadrilatory trend that we have in our country and to our ways of relating.

Finally, for those of us on the other side, for those of us who see all of this, the message is that we cannot continue to take on this problem and this systematic violence. See in this case the collateral damage (well, only some of which we can count in 4,500 characters, and mine, plus). Persecution continues and it cannot remain silent or in the shadow. That is enough. We now have a responsibility to stop it. Those of you who are reading, you are allies of the bodies hit, not passive people, and even less, you don't have to say attacker.

“So always remember what I wrote one day, as I think… life is beautiful you will see, as in spite of the pesares, the friends, the love, the friends…” Do not hesitate, if I am your ally (if you want to go to me, @uxusan).