In his last opinion, before the summer break, Bea Salaberri pointed out that in Baigorri the dates called “Antilletan bizi”, on 11 and 12 August, organized by the People’s University of the Basque Country (EHUH), were necessary, stressing that foreign exchanges can “catch up” us. Apart from the days, it is possible that a great deal of thought will be given to their development. Only some I can go to the plaza.

Questioning the knots between the Basque and the mundane of the Basques, and the Walls of the famous Martinican philosophers Édouard Glissant and Patrick Chamoiseau: The national identity that's been illegalized? Debates have therefore been organised on the basis of the text, and the guests have been as follows: J. Sarasua, I. Borda L. Etxezaharreta B. Axiari, N. Arbelbide, X. "Air, J. A. Urbeltz and G. Yovan.

After all, it seemed to me that the rapporteurs were two: some have spoken from a poetic point of view about the same beauty of languages, about the need to build peaceful relations between cultures, out of the hostility of domination; others have based themselves on the worrying situation of the Basque Country, explaining that the most urgent thing is to find solutions to revitalise our minority language, from our inner strength, aware of our open and open hybridization. The first position is very attractive to me: in the pursuit of an incessant struggle, I would like to see I also enjoy the linguistic and cultural plurality that we live, in part, materialising this ghost in my work with students and colleagues from different backgrounds, as well as in my intimacy, through extensive readings. However, I feel in a second conflicting position in my social relations, at home and away from home, because I have a deep-rooted need in my heart to fight the injustice we live in and to preserve ours, without causing any injustice and remaining as optimistic as possible. That is the question between desire and hard reality (murru?) painful...

Those days of “Living in the Antilles” have also been interesting to realize that, as we Basques have rooted our identity in the language, the Martini do in Bèlè, that is, the artistic expression that unites dance, music and the songs of Creole, but even more so, the special way of seeing life, that is, the Martian soul. Since the Lékol Bèlé in Paris, twenty Martians had come to Baigorri to share a moment with the people of the area “Moman Bèlè” or “Bèlè”.

At the end of the last night with them, I found myself playing the tanbouyé or the tamborilero. He told me his journey as follows: “You know, when I left Martinique to Paris 15 years ago, I felt the need to reclaim and nurture my identity. I was at the Bèlè school and now I define my Martian identity as a practitioner Bèlè. I've trained the dance steps in the hallways of work and I've relearned the creole with my colleagues, who are martinicards like me." And I, in my character, said, “And what are you working on?” “I’m a guard in a prison.” My amazement was the first time I imagined that smiling and cheerful young man on one side of the prison walls, trying to revive his personality, speaking in the corridors, in the creole with colleagues, and on the other side of the walls some Basque prisoner, baigorrano or nearby, who could pass the EGA working in Basque... “The walls fall down,” says Édouard Glissant and Patrick Chamoiseau.