When I was at Victoria Eugenia Theatre, I remembered that there I saw Werner Herzogen Fitzcarraldo. And before I ended up with anger, I had already read that some of the people in the Amazon who show up carrying the boat used in the film on the mountain had died.

As I approached the Main Theatre I remembered that we were moved from the ikastola to the old Petit Casino room, which has now become Casino Gran Kursaal, to watch the breakthrough movie Axut by José Mari Zabala.

I haven't seen the winner of the Crai nou Golden Shell, I read the synopsis and at the last moment I found it boring. I've selected the movies I wanted to watch based on my desires and criteria. I haven't gotten close to giving my opinion about movies. I wanted to enjoy the movies, the egoists, sit on the chair and enjoy the stories and stories that came to me with images.

It has not been possible for me to fully fulfil my purpose. The festival pollutes film. As well as the measures taken on health grounds. The film is formatted by the ritual that is organized around the film in the Zinemaldia and the viewer.

Hiding the accreditation on the stock market, I have tried to go unattended to what the Festival brings to San Sebastian. I have not succeeded. I've felt the influence of the festival, more than the influence of cinema. I wanted to force myself to ignore some issues. I have not succeeded.

The streets and bars of the Casco Viejo de San Sebastián have been filled by film enthusiasts who have come to Tasting tour and the tasting film. Until the locals feel strange.

I have seen the police in the area of María Cristina, preparing their weapons. “To protect Johnny Deep?” Those responsible for what is supposed to be safety had reason to demonstrate strength in these times of smoke absence.

They have measured the presence of the Basque Country in the films shown. Some will feel more like they expect, others will complain because they would like more, others will feel too much and too much.

It is not necessary to measure the presence of Spanish. We know it's a percentage.

Thirty-seven years after that last time I had the opportunity to go to the Film Festival with the section “Neighborhoods and towns”. And yes, of course, the pollution of Euskera has spread considerably in all areas. But also in Zinemaldia, despite organizational efforts, Euskera is a subalternating language. A negligible scale that, under Spanish and English, is offered to the volunteers and complaints with Euskera.

I was wrong when a friend found out about my intention to participate in the Festival. And another, when I told him that the reason for not appearing in the literature was fatigue after the Festival, he replied: “A, I am also tired of that Spanish film festival, of Movistar and of the San Sebastian Festival of RTVE that paralyzes the dissemination of culture in Euskera.”

When I pass the lobby of the festival, I want to make a list of those I liked among those I have seen for others and regain the pleasure of enjoying the cinema in an empty medium. Yes, because that's also pleasure.