“Thinking has nothing to do with respect,” you said on these pages. Thought and respect will continue in our activity.

I feel respect and fear very close. Then it clashes with respect as free as possible. Of course we have to live together and with respect, you can't say anything, you can't miss a friend. Sometimes we lose it too easily. So, in a way, I mean we have to fight between thought and coexistence.

“Summer storm and winter sun.” Here are two of his political symbols. From my yolk, indicators of the book, among others.

A friend told me recently that he liked my last book, but that if I have made a lot of spills for the word game, or if I have fallen into a simple word game ... So sometimes I stay myself. Is the writing really meaningful or thought about? Is it a nice word game or is it because it tastes like it? Or is it because it's strange, or what is it? The winter sun we all like, although it's not complete. And in summer, as we get bored easily, then the August storm is very beautiful. In a way, this quote shows a certain taste for the contradiction.

You now say that you cannot be right. What evolution has you noticed in your trajectory?

It's a sort of wording of works from my point of view to the radio, which couldn't be considered books. These are two books. There is a clear difference – I am referring to the issue of format – with regard to the first and the latter. It was written with a long letter and it was written with a short letter. This is an attempt to know what I can say in the shortest possible time. It's not a book of aphorism, because it's hard to make a 300-page book of aphorism. In other words: What?

There's no literature, you say you've come back to it.

I do not feel at ease with the name of writer, nor with the name of culture and literature. I've invented the word Berbatu, because the vocabulary is ugly, I've taken the reference in Byzantine.

From the Basque literature, I am a little surprised, perhaps because I was born, raised and alive in the town where I speak in Euskera – now living in Azkoitia. It is up to the people of Euskaldunes to write in some way, not in cemented language, full of clichés and in a language that makes us little graceful. Those of us who have been lucky have to guess something else. It's up to us to stylize that natural language. It's not easy to explain.

Let's go into the book, starting with the front page. Image of thinker Auguste Rodin in the glass container, including computer image.

Next to the title is the sculpture of Rodin, the thinker in the center of the container. You couldn't put it in the bowl, you had to put it on the surface. There is therefore a contradiction, because it is not within. It was my little idea. To think that it's not an inert piece of the container, a dead piece, but something alive. A thinker appears that opposes the container. To start from the word, rather than from the dead word. The computer is a modernized thinker. It's a sculpture by Rodin, but we're all in front of the computer. Although I don't think about the computer, I write it by hand, on paper, and then I rewrite it on the computer.

Reason cannot exist, ideas can exist!

They're for ideas. I have ideas, I can't even think. I am like that or so, and the rest is something that's out there. Reason needs something that works by itself, like fire or water, like light. You can't have reason. That is, things happen and it is said that “there is no right”, but there is reason, you want it, or we are all fighting for reason. Reason should not be “chance.” You should learn to despair without being right. Of course, the reality is different, we live trying to be right, we have to give reason to the child, and from there we come. He very much likes to give reason to himself and others recognize that we are right.

The book consists of 5 interludes. Debates of the European Parliament Otherwise, madness.

Call madness or call surrealism if you want. I want to say that I write and I must interrupt it, and with what: with eccentricities, with a nonsense. We need an interruption of the problem... So, I opened the interludes.

Callar can also cause insanity.

Silence is one way of being in life and death is another way of quiet. It is often said that the madman loses all reason, loses the connection with reality, and in silence, when it is total, we also stay out of normality. Where the madness begins, where it ends...! ?

How do you learn to live without reason?

Bad. Like everyone else. To live without reason is always a job. If anyone wants to do that job, at least. It's very difficult. What he writes is me, the person is with my name, with my life, with my future, with my reasons and my ideas. I mean, maybe we can say that we are able to live without reason. But as long as I'm there alive, with the future and the fear, with ever stronger chaos, it's harder to get there, to live without reason.

He's wearing plaster on his leg. For example, how do you experience this situation?

I'm experiencing a moment. In a way, this gap makes you come out of the world. It's a little relieved, but it's also looking at you all over the world. On the other hand, it's very heavy, I'm wearing six or seven kilos plaster and it goes for a long time. The situation overcomes you, leaving normal is not bad, but bad moments are not too few.

The simplest thing is to explain it orally, probably the hardest. To give explanations, one must have been born or be more skillful. Why the book?

Yes, in a way. Among people I see things too complicated and I am inclined to end abruptly. I mean, let's leave it, it's really hard to say this or the other, even more so if you don't have a person listening to you, what you're doing now as a journalist. In the normal talk, that's not usually the case. So, as a rule, things are too complicated and I am inclined to cut them with a neckline. I let the reasons I can give be put on paper. One day, maybe I'll learn to say, and I'll stop writing.

We're in Donostia, it's easier to play in Azpeitia, maybe.

Azpeitia or Azkoitia have nothing to do with Donostia-San Sebastián or Donostia-San Sebastián with Vitoria-Gasteiz. In the environment in which I live, almost, you take characters like me in a healthier way, half-joking, mocking at me: “How is that book going?” you can listen to it in a healthy way. People see you as a weird or special guy. I've lived in the city, but I'm not able to tell here what things are like. In Azkoitia or in Azpeitia the environment is healthier and things are said more naturally.

We have recently experienced the attacks of nature, the messages have spread.

"State of alert" is the word that the media most likes. There are colors in the alert state. We don't know how much! They want people to be afraid...! ? I call these religions. I have never been as far away from them, nor have I lived as ignorant as I am today. I have a tremendous pause with the present day, sometimes I'm surprised: “Haven’t you heard?” “No.” I don't know what the last news is. It is not a premeditated attitude, it is something I have ruled out to continue with today. In other words, the news of the day has become hour, minute by minute, second by minute. What madness! It may be a matter of generations, I'm not interested in that. The weekly (Light, for example) makes me a nice size.

He also mentions Indernet in the book.

Language follows its path. To me, language and inner ear ask me to call me Indernet. Powerful, powerful Indernet, isn't it?

Is sadness your cry?

No. It's a sporadic humor. Sadness pushes us down, sadness is not a good thing, but not to talk about excess joy. That is to say, the greatest dispurposes and misgivings in history have taken place at a given moment, in a moment of humor, in an imbecile and stupid mood of obedience. In contrast to this, I mentioned sadness, but I did not defend it. For my part, I am inclined to sadness, and sometimes it is necessary, because things look better from below than from above.

Tell me about God, how are you doing with him?

B... Now, energy is called god. Everything is energy, “energy, I know what, I don’t know what, good and bad...” It's the word I hear the most. Money is also, of course, the contemporary face of God. From the hard point of view, God is money and from the soft point of view energy. We are all energy.

How do you carry that?

There's always curiosity, that's nothing to cover, of course. We dropped here. How have we come to this? Of course, finding an answer is very difficult. Swimming, then, in ignorance, sometimes with tranquillity and others in the sea, according to the nature of the waves.

In addition to that inaccessible God, there are some proper names in the book. For example, Sigmund Freud.

Freud helps you take self-importance away. How much have we taken care of ourselves? We are not. At least, not as much as we think. That's what Freud teaches us. There are forces and what comes to our consciousness or surface is only a small part of it. Beware of how we present ourselves, what we say. That's the battle. I also carry that struggle. Don't think I care about that. When we publish a book, we have something, a need to appear. A whim, a claw. Then comes the fight forever.