I'm from the Department of Interior, one of those who feel at ease in the field. On more than one occasion I have been asked whether I have always lived in Lekunberri. It is said that it is rare that in the last tour you have been in a group that has stepped over twenty countries and returned to the small country. I don't know why. For me, there's no better feeling than being fanning our music in a distant country and going back to our corner. I love that balance. I'm from the Department of Interior: always caring for the people.

Even though my country is a little upset. There is nothing more to go up the hill we call Malkorra (La Peña) and see how different the top view is. The mosaic, formed in its day by old farmhouses and three-stage apartments, is now surrounded by a chalet and an adjoining army that would double the population if it were fulfilled. Probably because of bubbles. It is about the bubbles of the property and the champagne. Always up, in the end he has made a plop and now comedies. It looks like time froze. As if someone had pressed the pause button in the instant before the end of the site. Orange alarm. Color of the signs now screaming Sold on many balconies with capital letters: orange.

However, I say affection to what has been the scene of my childhood, because there are still signs of my country. Unlike what those who want to highlight the distance with the smaller towns of Larraun think, because in our DNA this own rurality is inserted (I say it without any bad sense). And so be it!

For example: yesterday I went to cut my hair, as usual, to Txaro, which has a place in the town square. I don’t know if it happens elsewhere, but here the question is not “how do I cut you?”, but “how many times have I cut you down?” Txaro knows how to cut the crest, the problem is how long I want to change my look. He must have done the calculation with his thumbs, and he knows that if I cut two inches, I will return within two and a half months to the hairdresser (suppose). On the contrary, if the only thing I want to do is put order in my hairstyle, I tell him that “pull it out,” and Txaro knows what he will cut me. Yes, always “profiling”, because I am “fashionable” for Txaro.

Probably also for the old woman who is staining her hair for lunch mass. "Are you a zeñena? he asked me, just raising the view of the magazine Hola. I mean, what son of home and what home.

No army can overcome this feeling.