It was a summer day that is about to end. The day was in Gernika. Next to me was a young man walking around and we saw in the town center square a monument dedicated to Joxemari Iparragirre, one of those bronze sculptural portraits. “Of course – I said – Gernika has to express her gratitude to the urretxuarra.” I thought I didn't understand it, and I added: “Because he wrote the Tree of Gernika gave fame to the people.” And then I realized that I didn't have much idea or who Iparragirre was, nor what the song Gernikako Arbola says, nor anything...

I would like to attribute that ignorance to the dismissal of a naive young man, but it was the one I had learned in model D, who had obtained good grades and was curious, so it is to be assumed that all those who learned with him would know about those subjects equally or less. I started to remember: I learned in Spanish, on the street there was also a Spanish atmosphere and yet I do not remember how, I would sing without much trouble the beginnings of the most famous songs of Iparragirre: “In Youth”, “Civillak esan”, “Ume eder bat”, “Zugana Manuela”, “Trapu zaharrak”, “Behold they are”… Not because I was especially lover of the song: somewhere I was in the environment, or we would hear them on the radio, or I don’t know.

This is not Iparragirre. It didn't matter if I sent her guitar to a dog's ass. The problem is that, in my opinion, in the last decades the school has taught Euskera in much of Euskal Herria; that the school has also taught Euskera, yes, but that it has largely been neglected the transmission of Basque culture; we have worried that the new generations could be Euskaldunes (what kind of Euskaldunes, it is something else, and that is also something to reflect).

I'm not an expert in education. I do not know exactly what the curricula that have been given in these years are saying, nor how these issues are dealt with in public schools, ikastolas or Christians. Thinking more deeply, I have blamed school, but perhaps it is that of the whole of society: that of the media, the institutions, the collectivities and the popular groups and that of the sages like me.

In any case, it seems to me that popular love (if I am forgiven the cursive word), the lack of cultivating identity and identity, has to do with the decrease we have seen in the use of language, with the lack of attachment we feel between children and young people, with the feeling of frustration that we also have adults.

The singing of the glu-glu glu glu glu glu glu glu will evoke not the praise of life, but the last breath of a diver.