Joxemi Zumalabe was 42 years old when he died. I 32. While he died, and during the months following his death, he did not stop meditating a thought: "I've had all the things I have to live; from now on, tip." It took me two or three years to make that life as a new life. How is it possible that 20 years ago I felt as much as that? I took the wonderful book of Lorea Agirre in 2003, and from there I was able to censor many things that led me to the head in those 12 years shared with Joxemi.

The light came out of the hole crying out of agony. The future was to make an ideological struggle with the bilingual press and to honor the press in full in Basque, especially through praxis. The way to subsidies has also been opened, and the printing press Antza and the computer company Apika have been set up for the self-financing of the weekly. With its capacity to convey illusion and commitment, to form a working group, as well as mutual love and work ability. To make visible the need and potential of a Basque newspaper and take steps to implement it. To achieve the greatest consensus on Euskera seen at that time. Start the newspaper.

None of those things would have been possible without Joxemi.

Lorea Agirre tells us perfectly in his book and I'm going to steal those words from him. “Once there was a firefly longer than a sun, and a firefly longer. It is now clear that Joxemi did not fail in his forecasting and analysis. Joxemi is still making light, and his shadow is appearing to us longer and longer. [...] Joxemi has realized the fable of a firefly that, despite the lesser light than a sun, made a longer shade".

In 2013, at a time when we are preparing the events of the twentieth anniversary, I have the impression that the shadow of the firefly, rather than shortening it, has elongated.

Joxemi, the goat. Stop. I live. Stop. All your projects are alive. Stop. We will keep in touch.