Long live Sautrela! These were the last words of Hasier Etxeberria in which he spoke to Ramón Saizarbitoria face to face, after an interesting and loving interview. A pleasure for the mind. Sautrela hasn't died, he's been killed. Not in the pellet, they have not needed the bomb to disappear the remaining rifles, they have only failed to withdraw their poor food to bring down the kingdom of the letters, to let them starve to death. Sautrela was not necessary for the foreign authorities in Spanish, Sautrela was nothing more than the whim of a few for those who do not know us, they have had no shame in making a decision that would not bring them uncomfortable consequences. They knew that they would not have to suffer opposite demonstrations, that they would not have to shoot in their informative parades of the rabid world behind the banner of proclamations, that the Basque was born to devour everything in the name of the crowd. We will not devote a minute’s silence to the music of Sorozábal, nor the subsequent applause of those present. Euskera is not UEFA, her literature is not football, Alberto Surio is not Rodolfo Ares, ETB is not Ertzaintza, Basque writers are not Athletic.