In writing this article, the first thing I've had to do has been a problem: writing about what. It's not that I don't have a subject in my head, but I do too much.

I can tell you that the Bilbao City Council recently made a controversial decision: Prohibition of the male (cruising) league in the surroundings of the port of Egirleta. It is probably the most surreal decision he has taken for years and which is very hopeful. Because you can't play to move around the mountain, nor can you do the pedaling or the porch. It may be forbidden, but it may not be prevented. Of course, what Franco did not achieve is not going to be achieved now by the PP (the one who tabled the proposal) and the PNV (the only party that voted in favour).

I can tell you that more cases of homophobic attacks are taking place recently, which are accused of hypocrisy on the part of those who carry out the abovementioned prohibitions. I am referring to hypocrisy, because, in addition to restricting the freedom of people with such impositions, the message they convey to society is that relations between those of the same sex are not legitimate and, in some ways, justify some to mock or attack physically.

I can tell you how some politicians use their homosexuality in a partisan way to give an image of solidarity and modernity, although then they behave in a xenophobic and racist way. In the CAV we have known in recent times that the public exit from the closet has served to generate political sympathies; moreover, it has also been able to use its marriage to try to polish the public image.

I could tell you, throwing myself into another field, how in many cases, regrettably more and more, I am disappointed to see how little the Basques really value the Basque, at least once out of the folkloric. For example, and it is no more than an example, in the tribute paid by his colleagues by profession to the death of Aitor Mazo, almost everything was in Spanish. It hurt me that in the voices of Carlos Panera (Aitor, director of the Mascarada, who started making theatre in Basque), the words of praise should be in Spanish only, or those of Asier Ormaza, companion and friend of Aitor... In my opinion, the only one who demonstrated dignity was his daughter Nerea, who read to her father an emotional letter in Basque.

Ah! I haven't finished my space yet without deciding what to write about!