That when you are going to have morning coffee, you ask for it and the tabernacle asks you in Basque how you want it. That the newspaper is being read and you just have to choose between Berria and Irulegi Irratia. Make the store next door and that the merchant does not understand the papelito of the price list it carries. The agent who's next to the car who's poorly parked doesn't speak to you and give you a written fine in that language you don't understand. You're going to complain and they don't listen to you because your language is foreign. You've gone home very embarrassed. In the afternoon you'd like to take your baby to the movies. He has searched for the billboard and has no film in his language. Desperate, go to the village fronton to play with the child. So you can't find your peers. You believed that exclusion only happened to you with the job offer, that if you don't know Euskera you didn't have a job, now you've learned that you don't have any livelihoods without learning Euskera either. And yet, you know that you are in the land of your ancestors, even if you are an Euskaldun people, you know that you live in your land forever. What you have is not a schizophrenia, you are an erdaldun of a people that has been used to power.