I didn't think parking in Vitoria would be so difficult. Or, rather, I didn't know that there could be such colorful marks painted on the edges of the road. No, I don't have a driving license, and yes, time was against us. At the last minute we arrived at the Main Theatre.

The image seen from the palco occupying the place and without hearing anything yet had little strength: Ruper Ordorika in the center of the stage and surrounded by Iñigo Goldarazena in electric bass, Asier Oleaga battery, mandolina Bixente Martínez and guitar and choirs Arkaitz Miner, violin, guitar, mandoline or desired string. The album Apurda Anphora, published by Ruper Ordorika, which was part of the band the same year of the dissolution of the Pott Band, has assembled the show on the occasion of the 40th anniversary of the album. This Friday night, the city that completed the album will welcome the performance.

In addition to the musicians mentioned, the Pott Band itself has appeared on stage almost entirely, each of them giving: Bernardo Atxaga has been very clear in all quotes, from humor. He tells us how they prepared the Arriaga sanguitxa when they were young: three slices of bread moistened with butter, fried egg, gouda and beicona or bacon. Three floors. And it tells us what bar the best gin-tonic in the world were making. He has recently come to the theater by his mouth. The microphone has been followed by Joxemari Iturralde's play of words and the serious stories of Manu Ertzilla and filled with the innocence of Joseba Sarrionandia, responsible for many expectations. We have known what was the first song that Sarri heard Ruper singing and that the water of the Bilbao River 40 years ago was Cola Cao.

I thought I was feeling something special, but I didn't really know what. Although I could foresee it, I haven't been conscious until mid-acting: I had a historical photo up to my eyes. So, I thought that the concert that Oskorri had given in 1987 in TVE's A Media Voz program or Herzainak's farewell concert in 1991, which I've seen so long on YouTube, would be seen by those who haven't yet been born on the net in a few years. I would like to think, in any case, that this historic photo with ten participants will be the last historical photo of this country made up of ten men. It took them to play the album in its entirety and an accordionist not only edited this song, but also the following: Josu Zabala, if not.

I don't know if the picture will ever be repeated or not, the only thing I know is that I have beicona and blood with all that waiting for dinner.