You mentioned DNA, José Luis, and in order to have traceable DNA in literature, it is always convenient to be part of a generation. The example of magical realism is there. The so-called “Latin American Boom” offered a good opportunity to launch several writers, including those who have been included in the etiquette of “magical realism”. It does not seem that this generation has had a bad play, two of the writers mentioned by José Luis have received the Nobel Prize – Gabriel García Márquez and Mario Vargas-Llosa – and Carlos Fuentes always appears in the quiniels.
It is known, however, that no one likes to establish himself under a generation, all writers will tell you that of the generations are foolishness of youth or critics, that one forms a unique, real and incomparable world. But I miss it. It may be an existential drift of the gaseous possibility, but I would like to feel that moment-sweet of being part of a generation, the warmth and support of the group.

In fact, some of my seniors have created the Orgasmus generation, through the book Orgasmus promoted and published by La Chalaparta, but I have been left out of this group, orphans. I would give everything to be a member of Orgasmus. Often the desires and the reality cannot coincide. The fact is that the Orgasmus generation consists only of women. I would be willing to change genders to be part of the generation in question, but I doubt if that would work as well. For some advocates of feminism among us, being a woman is something special, natural, mysterious, inexplicable and secret that the rest of the world – including many women – cannot understand. For this kind of victim-folklorist-business feminism that is subordinate to patriarchy, gender change is impossible, and so all my duties would be useless. Women are women and men are men. As long as Irati Jimenez does not promise otherwise, and to my disgrace, I cannot be a member of the Orgasmus generation.

So I decided to create a new generation. The Orgasmis transformed what was Erasmus into Orgasmus with extraordinary salt and grace. Because I live in one of the Spanish states –Barcelona– instead of one of the cities in Europe, I propose to transform the possible generation of Seneca into a generation of “Ze-neke!”. To do this, we will start with a book, a DVD, t-shirts, stickers and plates. Without delay, saraos here and there: poetry recitals, text readings, concerts, verse sessions, lectures, round tables, parades... Everything goes without saying to denounce the current hierarchical-reactionary-capitalist-machist-racist-developmentalist literary system and to make our voice – repressed by the young being over and over again – heard. We are aware that this groundbreaking, provocative and untenable project will cause many to bite, but it will undoubtedly be a decisive step in the renewal of Basque literature.

Well, I want to use these pages, taking advantage of the fact that you were also left out of Orgasmus (I don’t know about the story of Vueltak), to invite you to be part of the generation “Ze-fatigue!” José Luis, since the trenches left you out and we are flexible enough in age and other matters, we also have room for you to participate in this generation that is coming to revolutionize Basque literature.