Six and a half in the morning, get out of bed, take the car and reach Hondarribia. I couldn't imagine what that 15th-century journey would reserve for me. He had been in that town, another day dressed in every normal manner. I was going to get to the shoals, asking people, when I saw that I was opening my way. As soon as I jumped on the sidewalk, I got scared, I couldn't see the street, the black plastics that held my hands covered everything. The sidewalk was full of women screaming, angry faces everywhere, and I was there in the middle and advancing. Those women looked at me and I saw faces of disgust. One of them screamed at me. “What does this do here! We were not lacking any more!” When I heard this, and if it was sterile courage, I went underneath the black plastics, coming up in the middle of the road.
What I saw on the road didn't calm me down: a parade surrounded by ertzainas. In the middle, men and women were advancing with the usual red caps, a chain of policemen on the sides and then glued to the ertzaines, black plastics. I started clapping and yelling, “Mixed Aupa Alarde! Aupa neskak! ". My screams were covered by the crowns that chased plastics: “The Alarming Forever!” An ertzaina hit me with my shoulder and threw me at the plastics, and I looked in the eyes, at the holes where it was remembered that I was a human being, and I quietly asked him. “What are you doing?” His eyes reacted and let me go quietly. I immediately found refuge in the stands.
I kept patting, but I couldn't get rid of the nerves coming up from the casings, I had a point of anxiety. The screams of those women with pearls and money brought me to my head black and white movies, Nazi movies. One of those scenes where the Jews had to enter the Getthoes. On the sidewalks, a well-dressed German country, shouting at the Jews, those faces of cholera and police against the Jews and not against the Nazis. Once again, all in order, those who comply with the law scrupulously, surrounded by police, and the Nazis doing whatever gives them the win in the people. Later I realized that the men who were missing those women had marched peacefully, walking the whole street, without the police, the people's owners. Females holding plastics and worms occupying public space. It seems that there are still people who are eager to stay in Hondarribia in the 15th century and to maintain the labor segregation of the sexes.
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