We came from: Friday]

Eyes again. Same or more than Thursday. He spent nine or ten hours in bed, but he had a hard time sleeping. He got up at that time at night, with nightmares, cold, after heat... She hugged her mother as soon as she found her in the kitchen.

The mobile screen has been turned on with a statement. He looked intrigued. It's not AMETS. Iraitz has left a dozen messages since they “fired”, in many hours, hoping to receive an answer sooner or later... but nothing. Not now either. They were fired with great coldness, not by the will of Iraitz, but by a supposed misunderstanding.

Amaia's voice message in the crew of just over a minute. He will hear it later.

Or not. To see what happens to Amaia, what counts, what does he propose, if he is happy with the sad face of Saturday morning.

“Naia and I have the match of the children we train today [strong wind]... we have stayed [strong wind this time]... Cheering anyone?"

The light bulb has turned on.

My mother. Amaia and Naia have been in charge of writing in the group. With a school sports party, then a meal with the children and their parents, they will be grateful for their help... To rule a lot of kids, you know. Am I going with them?

After receiving the approval, you have downloaded the train lines and times on your mobile. Today, Saturday, it has every hour and not every half hour. “Shit.” Well, like yesterday, because yesterday it was a holiday. “It’s over there.” See if he finds Amets in some street. So he ran out of the house.

Pi. The train doors have opened, and to close, a seat has been found and it's sat down. Think about yesterday's face of your dreams, but you have an illusion, hope to find it there or here. Just today, Tupust! There is a presentation of the illustrated book Gu from the collective Gu, and remember how Amets told him that he liked the previous two and would like to read the third... “Being from Abadiño, will he go? ", he thought.

As it could not be otherwise, he has put some headphones on, otherwise it is strange to see a young man without headphones when he goes alone. It seemed that Izaki Gardenak's new album, Orube, was seen on the EITB night show with a superchule jersey by Jon Basaguren and so on.

He has arrived in Durango before 11:00 hours, and until 13:00 hours, until the presentation of the Tupust comic book!, he has nothing to do. But that has brought him thinking. That is why he has gone directly to the house of culture of St. Augustine to see the theater play La Sangre. The theater company Las Paralales has addressed the issue of menstruation with a fragment of the Christian Bible in which it says: "When a woman has a bloodstroke, seven days will be discarded and anyone who touches or touches her will be indecent," she added. Well, “if the exclusion was seven days, at least”...

It's been quite punk, which you've seen. A quarter-hour show that has flown. Poetry is black. Vivaz, but at the same time hard and humorous. Linked to the earth, which is based on femininity, which sews sins and non-sins with holes. There has also been time to listen to laughter in the theater that has been filled with people –“at 11:00, on a Saturday, go to see theater? Who wants to do it? Almost like at the San Sebastian Film Festival, they project their first screenings at 8:30 in the morning.”

The actors begin to incarnate for a moment the polycystic ovaries, from humor ... She remembers her older sister. Dr. Jaikie and Mr. Mr. Iraitz start talking about his own parties. “My sister had to come.” “Well, I wasn’t going to come, I don’t like these things.” “Yeah, well, but when you live it firsthand, it’s different.” “But for that you have to come and it wouldn’t come.” “Well, if you took him to the village and told him, maybe ...” “Hey, I wouldn’t go, to see a work by Maialen? Not crazy!”

Iraitz has an impact on the blood and many people too, there is no question. When she came out, she learned that a woman from gray hair told her husband, the bald, passionately, that he was not kidding. He was probably born in wheat, where catechesis and crosses hung from the house. IRAITZ has become a truffle.

From St Augustine to Landako. Just in case. It's 11:30 in the morning and see if you can get in. Because, not an hour ago, the market has been opened, but already, access may be blocked by capacity. It is clear that people are early in the morning; both Thursday and Friday, for the first hour, the space was filled with a slightly broken capacity. That was also the case on Saturday.

But the tail to Izarra starts from the outside. I mean, you have to make the queue exactly the same. No bad thing you have an hour for Tupust presentation! But it will take you to reach Izaro. But if not, when to buy the Izaro album? There will be nothing lower than that queue, at least as long as Izaro is there.

And he has to buy Izaro's record, yes or no, because he's been promised to his mother. On Friday, “by itself”, it was “to it”... and to see if his mother asks for the album... And not as police control, no. As is well known, Izaro fans have no age limit. The last thing for his mother, what he did with Pirritx and Porrotx, and for Cerodenero himself. She urges to feed on something, and among the books she purchased, Consonni's purchased books are too frikos for a 15-year-old man to hang on Instan. - A photo with Izaro?Too much, ez? he thought.

It has come soon after noon. Well, not even in a hurry, after all that line, it rains a lot; but it's come. And how condensation has increased. What was that, how is the plastic bunker [where book presentations are made], not just with decent people, but it looks like a sauna. Not by heat expressly. Rain is also to blame today.

We have to wait to enter, as the previous conference is not yet over, and Iraitz has become much more nervous than the speakers, waiting for Amets to appear.

She doesn't find a lot of late. Fichando. His eyes kept looking far away to discover Amets. Violet scarf, umbrella also color of spices, flower plums... The eyes were shining, not for cheap poetry.

The hope of surprise. A hug] Iraitz! But ... What are you doing here?

"Well, here, you see. Like you.

-Yesterday...

- Calm down.

-No, really...

- Calm down. Really. [It's turned 30 degrees.] Let's zoom in [stroking your arm with your hand].

They didn't talk anymore. At least, Iraitz has not felt the need. Maybe Amets does, or doesn't, but he can't talk, because that's where Iraitz is taking notes. He wants to see the point ... But it has a pretty bad letter.

Iraitz is also drawing while listening to Tupust's words! Paula Estévez and Irati Eguren speak on behalf of the collective, presenting the feminist comic book Gu. And also, of course, making known the vision of the collective. There are few people in the room about what moves around the fair.

The collective was created about seven years ago by several women, with the objective of combining feminism with comics. In the Basque Country, where these two areas come together, there was a deficit and a large gap. They've been organized in this network, first around publishers and then self-management, because of the clashes with a particular company.

The comic book is not very prestigious here if there are no two or three specific names; so have the members of Tupust! The collective's objective has been to give voice and space to this secret, both amateur and professional. This has bothered Iraitz: organizing in a collective way, focusing on feminism, learning in interaction... and drawing. In general, create stories. Well, and the translation also annoys him, because on Friday he fell in love, a lot, with the work of Leire Lakasta by Idatz da Labana da. And with their own words.

"What are you going to do, Iraitz?" Do you want a sandwich?

"Yes, I'd eat." Over there?

-No, on the other side. I know a good place. The advantages of getting to know Durango well, you know, compared to those who come to the fair...

No more has been said about what happened yesterday. Iraitz has not felt the need. Again. "Why?" It's the last day! ". In a way, there has been talk of things that are not important. But I didn't even chat. Not in vain. You have to talk about things that aren't important to get to know you, and maybe that's also deductible.

In other words, they talked about the market programme and the time it did a little more. But it's been important in deciding things. For the time being, they have come to an agreement, or have learned that they would like to go to Leire Vargas’s book of poems. This year he has published a heart museum; his second poem. Poetic name. As a poetic it has been the presentation itself. And multitudinary. It couldn't be otherwise, because being at home isn't useless.

The purchase of this book was not in vain. Certain poems of Vargas were reflected in humor, in the depths. Take the next one.

Century and second. "We screw ourselves into monoliths that we can't burn."

And just tomorrow, Sunday, it's in the fourth crescent.

"Now yes, I'm going home. I'm tired.

"OK, OK. I didn't ask for your permission, I told you yesterday...

- Tomorrow? Iraitz interrupts him.

-Yes, it can be, I don't know... I don't know if I can have another plan...

-Well, not very convinced, neither of them, but as in the idea of “seeing”, if you don’t want to join me anymore, nothing happens...

- No, no! It's not that. Really, I'm very comfortable with you. But I don't know where this is going.

What's this? he thought.

"At least two receipts, for me," Iraitz himself has finished.

Hug yes, today yes. And some timid caresses on the back, on the arm. “Goodbye,” Ametsek. “Until tomorrow,” Iraitz. They have turned around and they have embarked on the road to the train. Today without maps. Headphones yes. Of course it does.

Pi. The train doors have opened, and to close, a seat has been found and it's sat down.

Another pi-pi, but this time it doesn't come from the train. His headphones have been turned off. “The mercury hose you have to buy without wires,” your father would say. The world has felt like it fell upon him. “Well, I’m going to take out the book even if I’m tired and I don’t feel like it,” he thought. Something needs to be done.

To do that, you have to do something: take your phone out in the clock time of less than five minutes. She opened her chat in Ametsi.

As long as dreams don't answer, if he responds ... With the upright ears listen to the confrontation of those next to the other window. They're three girls who look the same age. You have received confirmation of age, as one commented that on Monday you have to work for the ikastola I do not know what to know what class.

Therefore, they are older, or one or two years younger. Well, what's happening is that, from what you've told, that girl is answered by a certain Mikel all of Snapchat's posts. They say they're in Ratxa. The app gives them FIRE, you don’t know how many days in a row they are “talking”. “In Ratxa, but in one sense,” Iraitz thought, but he has made him graceful and laughed a bit. He hopes that no one has noticed. It looks like it does. It wasn't really funny. I was a little agressor. Aggressive.

Iraitz is not accountable for Snapchat. And that's what a post has put today. Album by Izaro, Cerodenero, also signed. The result is zero. Ratxa doesn't.

Tomorrow, Sunday.