Etxaniz Rojo has compiled four long stories, in this fifth book of her literary career.

Matxupitxu, akelarreak, American way of life and Sirens. From the present to the past, and vice versa, these stories of a complex structure that continually jump to address issues such as the way of life of immigrants, the Basque conflict and street fighting, the economic crisis, the dark issues within the family.

All of them are stories that start from a time when the author lived, but they have no connection between them, so they are allowed to leave the book as long as they want and take it back, although the 181 pages that compose it have been written in a legible prose in a quick and simple way.

In any case, I don't think these four stories have come together casually in the same book. Although they can be read independently, they form a whole, more or less visible, thanks to their common leit motiv: the concept of truth, that of us and that of others, and the dilemma of saying/not. From the polyhedral faces that can present the truth that we live, several questions arise: Is it worth opening Pandora's Box in every case and telling our truth? To what extent does the revelation of the secrets we know contribute? What credibility should be given to a story (truth) that we have always been led to believe?

It is Fabian Matxupitxu, as has been said to those who come from the other side of the Atlantic. After killing the old man who has been in the care of his son for two years, will he tell his son that his father helped him in Pinochet’s coup d’état? Would he have to tell him, as the old man has said, that he has eight children in the world?

The protagonist of the story Akelarreak has found a lost photo on the pages of a book his father wrote long ago. Sara doesn't know what to do. Should I tell her mother, who is 80 years old and still in love with her dead husband, that her father loved another woman?

That night the three of them ran when they heard the noise of the sirens, but Julen was the only one who ended up in jail. In the incessant backward journey, through a collage structure composed of each one’s memories, we are told that there are only fragments of the truth of what happened that night. The same broken structure that has been used for story development makes it clear that it will never be a complete truth.

An interesting book for the ideas it creates in relation to the topics being discussed, structurally worked.