She still remembers very well how her mother told her yesterday: “Iraitz, go to bed, it’s time. And leave your phone, because you're going to give up!"

Of course, my mother was right. Today's eyes don't forgive. I hadn't shook my eye tonight. Often, as she turned and returned from bed, she remembered that grandmother's story, her old, curious way of fooling the children. He, of course, will not be deceived, because he is not a child, that next year will pass to high school ... I think he was the last to pick up those ideas. I mean, he had fallen asleep around sheep. He's got a musk up. But it's also been a good dream, because even if it's a bit confusing, it remembers the green and steep landscapes of Sara Mesa's novel A Love, and the sheep there, there and there in the meadow, up and down...

The alarm clock has sounded at 8:13 hours, 30 minutes later than usual in the Multibox room. The time, its 47 minutes, is well calculated. He gives the first two to his body to take it on. Until recently it was five minutes, but now it was two; the three-minute nap is not a joke. She usually leaves the clothes that are going to catch up from the day before and is very proud to have gotten used to it, because in advance she has solved the headaches and clothing that cannot be calculated in the tiempo.Hoy too: rain pants, light jeans, a black jersey with hood and, as she does not plan to take off the jersey, underneath a long and old, warm and warm t-shirt. This company, which is based at the entrance to Arrasate, is not cheap. But old and a bit torn apart, to tell it all. The usual raincoat. And the umbrella in the backpack, just in case, if it rains deep. And it knows a lot of rain in Euskal Herria. And if it gets too wet, you eat. The flu? No, hell. The important thing is hair. With the rain, the lion's hair gets deaf.

He has arrived in time at the bus station of the old school. There were already some classmates. He doesn't like either the first or the last one, because if not, being there with the teachers, it's not a plan. Soon the time has come to get into the bus, and hardly have come the most important companions, as if it were the most important to get to the bus... And also sit behind, it's from the hooligans. But Iraitz prefers to arrive on time, sit on the front and occupy a place next to the window. Not because it gets dizzy, not because it wants to look at the landscapes. But the truth is that today breakfast has mixed quite a bit in the stomach. He fainted a little bit. He hasn't raised his head from his cell phone. There he was, following the website of the Durango Fair, to which he dedicated an hour yesterday on the couch. New developments. 933 to watch. And the ones that aren't new, thousands. But above all, it is important to keep the roadmap of preconceived presentations.

The bus has stopped and has not shook its head, little by little, behind the front seat of the vehicle.

-Let's see if... Listen, please... “The professor said aloud, a bit of despair and reproach.” It's 10:00 hours. They have four hours to visit the fair. That is, we will meet again at 14:00, here. Here, no. What you want to do, but I told you, at 11:30, in the hall of acts,...

Until then, more or less, he has been heard well, but he has not been understood as “good”, “having a good time” or “goodbye”. A whirlwind of tumult crushed him. Literally as well, almost. Enpin, it doesn't matter. Iraitz knows very well that nobody in the class will go to the 11:30 meeting, as he has heard in some of the records this week that there is a bar near the fairgrounds, which serves kalimotxos without asking for the ID... Class ghays, those who want to be cool and those who live for leadership will come to the appointment. Unfortunately, the latter too. Guys. Girls have another plan, but they don't really remember what. He didn't pay them too much attention. In fact, Iraitz, not to say aloud, wants to enter the market. Nothing else to get off the bus, escape. And fast as well. But without giving a note, so that colleagues don't perceive anything. So fast, but not so fast. See if there are not too many queues at the entrance of Plateruena to see Popperra, Afterra, Utopia...

Well, no. There are not just people for 10:15 hours, and it only takes a quarter of an hour for the adventure to start. We buy tickets for multiple accounts with a year and a peak in advance... But well, some are hungry for stem (at 10:15, who is so hungry? ! ) and a few are put in line, driven by the smell coming out of the interior, although they have not yet opened the cover of the txosna. It is no bad thing that these people, and the multitude of young people who are here and there, hide the timid hope of the Frikis who want to enter Plateruena.

People who have entered with desire and no more, encouraged/pushed/forced by the good teacher, these two classes are usually notable in the Students mornings. There will be a dozen or a maximum of two of them who will happily attend the party, while five or six dozen will correspond to the second class. But well, in the end, a little different people have come together. And among those who have come together, in addition to these two classes, it is explainable that many girls are sitting very attentively, as far as the speedometer is concerned, and the children, except for some exceptions, are abandoned and standing in general. And with the phone. And not to record it expressly, because on the stage there was an engraving: a spectacle of lights and sounds, flourished by the beautiful recital of Sarriugarte.

A little bit of shame, above all, Iraitz has taken his mobile phone out of his pocket – that same action is not shameful, today, in the middle of a dark room and a spectacle – to record his performance. Without getting too high, the arm, that is, at the height of the chest, so that people don't notice it, has recorded a little bit about ten seconds. “Does a story urge? No,” he thought. “What a shame... No?"

However, a young man who has it diagonally records and records or takes pictures of his passing through the city, without any embarrassment. Hey, and also climbing the chulisimos stories. “Well, it will be the chulisimos because of some of the thousand photos he has taken, at some point, the light was going to be OK,” Iraitz concludes. But without shame, it's there.

But all of a sudden, his attention turned to the taboo. “The poppera has always been at the borders,” Sarriugarte said. Limits and margins. A rather radical metaphor for Popper himself to talk about a thousand other marginalized issues as well. Buala.

But no, or at least Iraitz doesn't think that when they hear it, people around him have had a rash reaction like that of himself. He looked back at the diagonal. His eyes glow with his first cell phone and what he was touching and burning. He's not mobilizing now. Her eyes flutter. Sarriugarte speaks of the bark, of trying the popper, of tasting, of wanting more, of opening the anus, not only to the maricas... “What sweets Narbaiza’s melody,” Iraitz pondered. And he who has diagonally, as he does, without taking his eyes off. Looks like he's got the green eyes. Green eyes that are also discovered with red lights and revolts. Of penetrating gaze, of transmission of illusion.

Sarriugarte is carrying out a personal literary reflection on queer people, but the noise at the back is a little annoying. A little bit for Iraitz's place. The kids are getting bored and looked impatient. She turns and she sees a barrier for boys. A barrier wall, forming a circle, surrounding the girls sitting and the few guys infiltrated. Kantuan Sarriugarte and Narbaiza: “This world is not enough for everyone.” Barrier of boys. Soundtrack. Poetry.

Yesterday Iraitz heard in the news that the young boys are the ones who have the most opposition in feminism and in the rights of the LGTBI collective. Incidentally, the age range of those who were in Plateruena and the elderly, 15-19 years. The most reluctant with feminism, those on the right and those who approach the discourse of the far-right.

Once again, Sarriugarte has again gained attention: “I was the first type of impoverishment... 35 years now... Sometimes I’m learning not to be pedantic and to control the answers.”

There follows the greenish eye, with bright eyes, contemplating the recitation. PRESIDENT. — The next item is the report (Doc. I would look at both of them.

11:15 Jotzear. Now yes, talo. Reinforcement, mixed. Or a chorizo. The tartar here murmured, turning to him. He considered this when he saw the part of the above. But Gasna was a good person. At least, very similar. And the line there is, of those poor devils, eh. Parents' money to spend on books, destined for talogiles. Ajam, the term that spread during the pandemic, socioeconomic activity. Hearing these two words, Iraitz's mother said: “One goal, no matter what, but spend it.” Well, that's it. Buy and swallow.

“I also do what I do,” Iraitz repeated. Well, it may be short, but aloud said it, and the neighbor heard it. Or not. But he's noticed someone was looking at him. It is a disgrace. Common comment. And people looked. Well, maybe not so much. But again, that green eye. He looked again. He. “Fuck, have I had my hair scrambled?” And with one hand, a little disguised, he turned his head. The look between the two lasted a second and a half, but Iraitz thought it was long. He does not stop thinking about where he would be from. “Well, he will ask for the stem before, to see where it goes next...”

Then he's lost the track.

Well, he hasn't recovered a lot. Concert by Eneritz Furyak. There wasn't a lot of people there. What do experimental things have? "Let us join him and me," he thought. Even in that he hasn't stopped recording that glimmer eye, eh. As he moved his waist. And that, in the interview that was published today in Berria Furyak, said otherwise. Or yes: "I don't know if [disco] is dancing in the most superficial sense, but it does give the possibility of moving, not only to the listener, but also to me on stage." Or yes, therefore. In what sense did I dance?

At 14:00 the bus back. There is still at least one hour to go. The Culture Hall has been awarded the Rikardo Arrangi Prize. They have a presentation ... For as he starts at 13:15, Iraitz does not know very well what, some of Ikusgela, because he has decided to go there. I'm going to go to the movies. Relaxation plan on this desktop, no doubt.

The stem has not only removed his appetite, but has also given him a sleepy one. Both Txilardegi up and Txilardegi down, or it wasn't Txilardegi anyway, eh, but many colors on the screen, because the eyes burn him, if he comes, where... The fatigue of sleeping little...

Excuse me..., let me leave. “More girls inside the armchair line, with a point of shame.”

A scare.

“Yes...” has quickly risen from Iraitz’s seat, with the gabardine, following the current. And the sunlight from the outside, wow, doesn't help very much.

And joño -X2, he's forgotten to urinate. The consequences of non-nuclear decision-making. Back to Landako Gunea, diverting the bus route to queue at the side toilets of the Talogiles. There's always queue. “If at least people drank infusions... They would clean the guts well, not stained with beer remnants.”

The last one?

"What?" – a bit high by Iraitz, second scare in less than a minute.

- Let's see if you're the last to go to the toilet... jeje!

Now it processes that Susto-X2. A friend with green eyes who's seen everywhere, he's in the line of the toilet, behind him.

-Yes... The last one, yes...

- Did you like the videos of the Audiovisuals Classroom?

“And how do you know I’ve been in the movies? Oh my mom, and would I see myself asleep?" To give an approximate yes, that is, to say that the videos are or are not, it may have taken five seconds.

-Sleep. You?

Iraitz grabs his hand. Giving two kisses is not fashionable.