Wrong
You never know when it's wrong. A few months ago. I had a press conference in Donostia and the works of the highway left me a fair time to arrive in time. I didn't think twice and walked into the hotel parking lot. Sounded, I said I was going to the press conference and they opened the door to me without asking anything else. But there were no press conferences at the hotel. A course for social workers and a meeting of a Finnish company was planned. Nothing from my press conference. Then I realized I went to the wrong hotel. I left the pedestrian door and went to the other hotel, leaving the car there. And I think in life we often get something like this: we're in the wrong place, but we don't tell anyone that, just in case, we'll be embarrassed. When I finished the press conference and went to search the car, I wanted to stay there. Because I often need to be anywhere else, except here, at present. I had a coffee in the bar. I wasn't in a hurry and I was hoping to find someone, perhaps the girl in my poems, who had a green bikini. But the people we haven't seen look like times when we haven't lived. They never wait for us.
With the words of poet Vicent Andrés Estellés, I am one among so many cases, and not an isolated, rare or extraordinary case. Unfortunately, no. Among so many, one. In particular, according to the Council of Europe, and among other major institutions such as Save The Children,... [+]
Palestina, mediatikoki aurkeztua ez den bezala, aipatu zen joan den larunbatean Makean, mintzaldi, tailer, merkatu eta kontzertuen bidez.
The housing problem is a structural problem that comes from far away. What should be a human right is nothing more than a subjective right. I say that it is a fraud because, although all the institutions and all the political parties say nice words, they do not grasp the... [+]
