Yes, José Luis, who was going to tell us that the ETA ending was going to catch us writing in the press, and now, when and now, when millions of letters have already been written on behalf of us. What to write? Is there anything left?

You mentioned contradictory feelings, and it is quite significant that the reactions that people have had have been different. In a way, I testify to the many edges of this matter, because if it were such an easy issue as some people say, it would be clear who would be happy, who would be miserable. However, we have seen everything. Some of those involved in the fight against ETA, sad because “they have been subjected to the blackmail of terrorists”, others happy because “they have defeated democracy and the rule of law”. Similarly, among the followers of ETA. Some are happy to believe that it is the perfect time to abandon the military struggle, to succeed in the political struggle. Other sad things, the abandonment of weapons in this way is a sign of defeat and surrender. By indifference, exhausted, not a few have received the news. As for me, I confess, I received it with more enthusiasm than I expected.

I am nothing original, I am also one of those who spend many years in vain and think that the struggle in the armed struggle has caused more damage than profit. It is easy to say so now, yes, and to contradict, among other things, illegal; in order not to fall into a monologue, I am not going to expand. Moreover, judging by the number of injustices that still exist nearby, I thought it would cost me a lot to get excited. But I was happy, happy.
Later on, to discover the reason for that mood, I've been so happy for one reason, namely to stop being seekers of misery. And it's that, in general, these endless discussions about violence were poisoned right away: everyone would count more misery around them. If one spoke of 1,000 deaths, his rival would talk about the victims of the Spanish state since Franco, if the former remembered the need to go every day with escorts, the other would say “and what?”. One of them would pronounce the name of Miguel Ángel Blanco, the other of Lasa and Zabala. One of them would put on the table those who have had to flee the threats, the other family members who have died as a result of the dispersion. In this way, together with each of them, the dumping grounds of misery were piled, proud of the fact that each of them had a landfill greater than that of the neighbour. If you remember a victim or an injustice that you forgot, you'd feel happy, believing you find an argument that your adversary couldn't reject. With the assurance that you would win the argument, you would throw away your drunken finding of bile, but then also he would have pulled out of his pocket, without realizing it, another victim. Over the years we have worked on very subtle arguments to try to show that our misery was much heavier than that of our neighbours. You'll tell me how they can live like this.

If for something I was exhausted, it was because I had to walk like this. For a long time, I have had too much of a landfill and I do not want to go on in this championship of misery. If the opposite happens, more misery will still be possible, but they will be asked to release the convicted in the Jarrai-Haika-Segi, 19/98 and Bateragune cases once and for all. Let them be released now.