When I thought the football was very demolished, I found that it can be a symbol of individualistic rhetoric that uses modern coaching: “You. You are solely responsible for your victories and defeats. No one ever stops you from doing anything. For you and for you” (2022, Instagram). Like football puppets, we share the field, but in an intangible space in which each player is inevitably his.

Sometimes I think we're too committed to not disturbing. An example. If I told her among her friends that if she ever was pregnant, she could give birth at home, someone would quietly question whether the occurrence is healthy. But I would surely say it's my account, and out loud, I would say I did what I feel. “Worry about your own movement, which is enough with your own” (by the way, the friend would keep his conviction without any internal conflict). Everyone in peace.

The temptation to maintain peace without internal conflicts seems natural, and I think it reasonable that it should be mistrustful and uncomfortable to see that reasoning itself can be restored. Following the example, it is true that childbirth is a hegemonic assumption of risk for hospital care. The choice of home birth necessarily requires the redefinition of hundreds of very basic concepts. It questions the discourse constructed over the years. Revelation of convictions. But the key is deciding what to do with that discomfort we feel.

At school, we were taught that the relationship between equals is based on the contemplation of anyone who faces us as rational, responsible and conscious: both I and you are enough to argue our statements, and we are willing to change our minds if the evolution of the conversation forces us to do so. We understood that the debate arises precisely by absolute respect for the other. That is why, perhaps in recent times, I have been quite offended by the apparent respect of some of the partners.

It's not fashionable to question the sentence itself. And it's no wonder, because what makes us unique (and intangible) is what we worship and worship the day. After so much work, of course, it is consistent to protect our essence from any attack. So we spent together so that it doesn't break with each other. In this march we will live at once, even if we do not live together. Each one wrapped in it, in marble. Just as in football, the handle is illegally operated and players are turned on its axis. The harvest of narcissism is prosperous.

Let them sow other lands. A friend says: “The individual is fragile, finite and incomplete, in the hands of languages, norms, technologies and processes that precede or are transcendental, a poor vulnerable, dependent, relational, permeable and expropriated, gathered with other living and non-living beings, in addition to the land(el)”*. I mean, we're just a tear.

Sometimes I doubt whether we are not confusing respect with intellectual laziness. Maybe what they say is right, and today's cities are not a scenario of tolerance, but of indifference. This is an apocalypse. Anyway, don't think much, because they're just my fashions. In Portzierto, scientific evidence shows that having the child by fire is safe.

*Mikel Urdangarin Irastorza, Simone de Beauvoir. Individual and sovereignty, Jakin, 2021.