Don’t worry too much Uxue, because it’s not the hardest epithet I’ve been called in a “Esnoba” ttakun. However, don't think about it, it's not so easy not to be a snob. Once it occurred to me to say that the film Intruders by Juan Carlos Fresnadillo seemed good and I received whistles, shouts and all kinds of concussions. As a rehabilitation plan, I was seeing for two days all the Histoire(s) of Godard's cinéma as loop.

I do not want to write about Manuel Fraga, I do not think I can say much beyond what José Luis has said, and so I am going to focus on the issue of Uxue.

I do not understand myself at all. I know that Marta del Castillo's case is associated with the pink press or the sinister journalism, but not much more. I'm not interested. I'm sure more than one of you won't believe me and will think again that I'm doing esnobism, but the truth is that it's not a deception. Charort, I had a time when I was following Martian Chronicles, but I've long cared for a cucumber of the pink presses and the helpless. Perhaps that need for morbid that seems to us to be felt by every person, even if it is in a rather unconscious way, I will cover it with the constant gossip and controversy of the world of Basque culture – as Uxue Alberdi said, “who does not need a little bit of Sálvame” – although I have to agree with a friend: I would prefer the original, Marta del Castillo. The comparison made by Uxue, however, is not free. I don't know to which critic I read that Marcel Proust's merit in the search for lost time was, among other things, elevating rumors to the category of literature. Whether it's Swann's loves, whether it's the neighborhoods of Balbec, because the cover themes of these books are often just flirtatious on portals or courtyards of the apartments of the houses. In Jane Austen's novels there is something similar, always filtered by Austen's sharp and impenetrable look.

You do not believe that this autism with my gossip has its compensations. A few weeks ago, I got to be in one of those companies that don't know each other too much. Given the lack of confidence, convinced that we would not have too many common issues and interests, we took advantage of the typical trick to keep the street one way or the other – you know, there is nothing more violent than silence. Let's see what the most important news stories of 2011 looked like. One mentioned Gaddafi, another mentioned Osama bin Laden, another at the end of ETA, and so we continue with increasing confidence. Suddenly one of us mentioned Marta del Castillo’s ruling as one of the most important events of the year. I looked at her and laughed, believing that it was a joke I had made. I was wrong. He looked at me severely. “Why are you laughing? What has so much grace done to you?” We all remained silent, we heard the speeches of the flies, the noises of the crickets. Fortunately, I didn't see it, but I would have seen the face that stayed with me. “Hey, I didn’t know that that sentence was so important.” "So important? ", he asked me decisively. “Tell Martha’s parents that. I’d like to see if you would be so happy if something like that happened to your daughter.” What can be done in these cases? "What a frivolity! ", he added. I think I was able to pronounce a shy pardon. “You look like a child, an immature,” she just missed saying that.