“The first year, on Vitoria Street, I met a girl I knew. It was Christmas and it took me to eat at home. I think he was referring to those of politico-military ETA. I was a comrade of the official Sinn Fein, for example, a ETA-pm, but I was in touch with the ‘mili’ here. The intersection of relationships is curious: The ETA-pm were in contact with the probitional IRA, somehow their ‘miles’. We, from Officer Sinn Féin – his pm, ‘in some way’ – with the ‘mili’ here… Later, that girl told me that the pm had told him that I was a traitor of my people.”
Sometimes I don't know if it's too much. That we're eating a pipe, that we're talking about anything else, that we're bringing it up. We like to speak aloud, to leave almost no pause, to cover the voices, to throw a bigger one. Talk about each one of them, each one of them, what we... [+]