On Sunday afternoon and my two-year-old son went to Altza. To watch theater. Or rather, to see what's called children's theater. Not knowing very well what a child is called. Just like inventions are children's food (pasta and rice only with tomato? ), children's music (Anari can't be heard by themselves?) or children's clothing (size is the only thing that matters to children, not what it looks like). Kids are thinking about more important things. If you want more earthly, more functional.

We left from Zarautz to Altza knowing perfectly who decided to go to see the children's theater: me. The truth is that a two-year-old doesn't need life or any other show. They entertain themselves with the exploration of their body and its surroundings. For a child, in addition, the best singers are those of the family, someone who knows them. Well. Those of Zirika Zirkus had to respond to this difficult challenge.

Four exciting artists in public. Half a hundred curious prepared children. Some parents, too. Some, like they haven't been. Or if they hadn't been better. They left the kids in the front lines and they played sitting at the back with their cell phone, for example, refreshing the bookmarks of the favorite football team, or the Betfair in the betting games, or watching in the mail, because the job can also catch on Mondays and Sundays in the afternoon. From Smartphones. Then we'll tell the kids not to rain, that the show starts to stand still, to look forward. For children. But we're all in public. And on this occasion four provocateurs. The four best working artists willing to make their work known. And it was known, they had been invented, to take care of the children. Adults also participate.

And now a little stop. Why do volunteer parents never appear when they ask for it? Can't we become a work? Why do we leave it so entangled? How far do we take the deep-seated ridicule? The Zirika circus asked us questions like these quietly side-by-side. Starting with a confession. They were also nervous. Because they are heirs to a Circense tradition of over 200 years. Descendants. Cousins. And now it is they who have the responsibility to create the show. A message at the bottom: for the audience to have fun, they also have to have fun.

To my liking, we saw characters that were not too defined. Making music, hoops games, stunts, clowns… Simple and entertaining. Without paying much attention to lighting to my liking, without working too hard the props, without inventing me too much with music. For me. Our grandullon didn't miss it. Who are we afraid to get bored to? They or us? And then I remembered whether I had to look at the show from my eyes or from my children's, when it was for children. But because I'm not yet able to do that, the kids inside me and I have spoken today. To say that we had a very nice afternoon and that the artists of Zirika Zirkus had a good time, that we too had a good time.