I remember our grandmother Joxepa Amunarriz Arostegi, from Barrenetxe's kitchen in Zubieta, in the orchard. He was in charge of a huge garden. Except for Sunday, every day I had them for their vegetable garden. I lived in the garden. I lived the family in the garden.

He worked in the garden and was going to sell home the household benefits in San Sebastian. In the head was a basket of vegetables and legumes, and in the hands was a handful of cow's milk, up to the train. In Donostia-San Sebastián, he was involved in street sales, at home. Whoever was her husband, Benito Salsamendi Alkorta of Azparren of Usurbil, told him when he taught him the money he had brought with the first sale: “If you bring it every day in this way, we will take the house forward.”

The house is not the house. The house is not a simple building. My grandmother's house was the orchard. The house is a structure. Structure that holds something: the box is the structure of the cart, the arsenal is the structure of the area. Our grandmother's house, the structure that held her family, was the garden. The construction of the farmhouse was part of the vegetable garden. And from the street, he brought the world into the garden, traded seeds with other women, and completed his knowledge with diversity. The whole seed is language, history, genetics, selection, hybridization, past and future.

The orchard for the Basques is a whole landscape, a territory that sums up the landscape from the farthest mountain to the house. In the garden we have wild trees (oak, oak...), fruit (apples, pears, nogales, hazelnuts, figs...), ritual plants (tile, ash, laurel, flower...), lamb (wicker, junks, garlic...), medicinal herbs, foams... That's all a vegetable garden. The foundation of our culture, “culture,” is the art of cultivating land. Because to be us, to be a person and a community, to be a culture and to be each of us, the garden is the beginning and the core. The orchard is a cultural landscape.

And the cultural landscape is what our culture has done. The landscape is created by our grandmother and her grandmother, and yes by her grandmother. It's a cultural landscape that we live in, built by the culture of our grandmothers. What belonged to him was our vegetable garden. Who we were, who we are and who we will be, to be us. The vision and language of our world.

If we're people, let's keep the garden. The orchard is a pastor, and rustic, gardener, vegetarian, winegrower, sidrero. We care for them to take care of us. Agriculture, our agriculture. Fishing, our fishing here. Who we are. Who do I want to be?

From generation to generation, we revolutionize our way of life and our culture. We adapt our personality and stay. It is time to move from perseverance to life. This revolution is the orchard.

People who are turning their backs on the garden and agriculture, as a political media technician... All of us are stabbed in the back, behind! Let's face them. You and I. On behalf of all grandmothers.

Language, culture, art, work, knowledge, economics, food, nature, the conception of the world, nature, landscape, diversity, quality of life, sovereignty and -- our grandmother. We have to work all of that. We must love those who do. We have to praise what brings us to our table. Every farmer is a treasure trove of Gurtzi. Let us be true receivers. Because every garden is gold.