A March photo: a winter felt sneaker. Forgotten among dry leaves. Dormida immobile. A green moss, pale yellow, was glued on his heel. The shoe stands out over the old leaves of the icy maple. It seems like a kind of testimony. “Because you were here, I am here.” A sign of firmness.

Over time, they feel like they want to reflect on winter, the past. It won't change the memory, yes, maybe, help you understand what's coming: sanjosé flowers are beautiful, maybe because winter has been rainy, or mostly cold, or warm, or dry.

With the arrival of Kukutza we usually remember the first periodic table of the Russian Dmitri Mendeleiev, the claim of working women, the death of Karl Marx, the American invasion of Vietnam... In the calendar there are as many ephemerides as you like, from one color or another, all from the past. Like a forgotten sneakers.

An April photo: an elderly woman with shoes for the forest in the spotlight, a thick coat, a scarf… it is cold on the mountain. A memory in your hands. Republican flag on the chest... “Because I was bleeding, now I am in the roses.” Because no, or always better than the past.

In Elgeta they have reminded the retaliated and resilient women of the time of war: militiamen of the feet of war, nurses, trench makers, journalists... and, once the front has been broken, those who have surrendered in the fire of the combatants: the mother of the birch, the wife of the family, the daughters of their own.

Remembering does not change the story; at most, the ampoule of tears bursts in its kiss. Remember doesn't ask for revenge. Not even a forgiveness. It makes us more children of the past. Praise. That is what his feat is about.

A May photo: old military shoes, with boots, skirts here and there and the torn outsole, with laces hurt by the rsta. A flag next to them: white with the cross of Burgundy. At the bottom, the lyrics of the song Oriamendi written on a page in the form of parchment. It's like it's old.

The grandmother, who had once forgotten the sneakers on the porch of her house, the same one who has put the strong boots to go to Elgeta, says that, to look well in the closet, the period change requires a custom-tailored shoes, suitable for the summer: “We don’t get bored so much in the flowers of May as on the eve.”

Human journeys are long, better to act without falling asleep in the past, because today is the starting point of tomorrow’s history. Above constancy. Above nostalgia. Impossible above all.