For the first time I approach you with nervousness. When I was asked if I was going to write opinion papers for light, I had to think twice. One: to give your opinion publicly, because today is something that can be expensive. Two: Because I have always had the light of the situation of the Basque scholars, of those who control things and the qualities of culture. So what can I tell? Is this woman considered small? Something new, breaker, that is up to those Basque scholars who are going to read this article.

I'm going to tell you that I, who come from the world of creation, who am an actor, director and I even do playwright works. And this, I tell you with my little mouth, as if I didn't own everything I am and I've done.

This modesty of defining me is related to what I said at the beginning, to the image of this little woman. I don't want you to think I don't feel strong. Quite the opposite. Sometimes I can almost think for sure, that I have superpowers. Otherwise how can we survive here, among the scholars who own culture, in the world of men? How do I create my own speech when I have to follow their rules and ways of doing it? What can I say, how, of course, if they may have access to what is given to the public? The system is yours, created in its own way. In a world built without female referents, we do.

The people make me stone. Hard, male, I imagine your corner, my dear scholars. I guess there must be some woman. We have always come to our positions with a good friend, almost always a man. We're that small percentage needed, built to keep everything calm, not to complain, parody of what all changes.

The stone village. The stone, the way we see the creativity that the human world has, the way we do. I see my same-sex partners full of wounds. Without knowing the court needed to be able to fit in these measures. Cutting, cutting, cutting your world… until you have the right measurement.

“It’s not going to be easy to be in a position adapted to men, don’t you dare?” That's what I was asked in an interview where we talked about my role as a director. I was proud to have been able to enter the world of men. I hadn't yet realized the wound, what I've had to cut my essence. He has already left, he will no longer be part of me. And it hurts me. Wounds, min.

But ...

I left. I now have a fair measure.