Raised in the farmhouse on the banks of the Oria, I feel like in that terrible flood of 1983, or in one of the two or three great floods they have had since. Gradually it extends along the banks of Aginaga, where the tide of the Cantabrian Sea arrives. That day you will hear that in the Goierri there are shattering in the rivers, then the waters have come out in Tolosa, in Andoain they are in distress... Those who have learned some of the previous floods in the surroundings of Aginaga will anticipate that here the waters will spread calmly along the banks as the tide rises, because the sea provides them. Once the tide is full, then you will see if the water begins to recover, if the streams start to calm down from the mountain, or if the well must remain trapped for many hours. You will already understand that the havoc that the Oria does here calmly will not be less serious than on other occasions.

The hours that elapse until the Oria gets out of his way and enters your stable can be a trap. The rite quietly drags them everywhere, fake and flush, one centimeter now, another soon -- it won't stop until we've reached the height. For your happiness, you have better opportunities than in many villages that have been devastated by the rivers: pass them on. Don't leave anything you can save without saving you. And most of all, don't go into nonsense on the edge of the well, which comes up without respite. Whatever you haven’t done in time you’ll leave it at the mercy of water, just like the car you’ve wanted to move too late or the stubborn grandfather who hasn’t wanted to leave the house while it was an opportunity. The water and you, the water and us, and nothing else: Ertzainas, fire and municipal police are headed in your corner.

In this flood of Covid-19, despite the fact that we are getting closer to the disaster, on Monday morning I saw traders and most shoppers without sufficient protection in trade. In the largest yarn, the distance sellers work. Buyers have no right to violate their right to protection. Take the mask, not so much to protect us as to not condemn the workers who have to serve a hundred or more like you and me throughout the day. And when the point of sale staff has defended themselves in some way, so as not to harm others, especially the weakest, who are buying by our side.

Many of the purchases are too clumsy to perform the most basic movements in the emergency situation we live in the elderly and disabled population. All buyers have to bring a minimum of protection, especially the weakest: How are we going to help that grandmother get those bought in the car, how are we going to help lift an old man who has fallen on the sidewalk?

I say the mask, but our neoliberal rulers had long been piling up the protectors who had been pulcrans who had harvested at home like a fake mask, a scarf, a kind of thick scarf -- anything, if not all viruses are capable of preventing me from passing by.