Like James Bond, Ane Gebara AKA Lola del Rigodón, or the former inspector, and Josune Vélez de Mendizabal, a novice, beautiful and ambitious researcher AKA Susana Hotkins.

In front of a bionbo that sounds to me, a room in a house. In the middle, a death. Les Bobè Bobé (H) presents as an absurd thriller the adjoining room. Rigodón's experience and agile attitudes towards Hotkins are too motivated. A coffee, two, three… A cut of oats with milk and vacuum. To notice, the crime scene is filled with cardboard cups.

Observations, testimonies, recordings. But nothing. As the days advance there is no way to know death. The couple does what they can: attention and truth are the most valuable instruments of the oldest. The youngest, for his part, has made the ITT, OCO and BTB masters, and suspects that there is some spectrum at home. But it is nobody and you will have to give up the innovative techniques you have learned. “Every death will leave you an image that you will not forget, Hotkins,” by Rigodon’s hand.

Occasionally the light goes. And every now and then you hear the ringing of the phone. There's no one across the phone. Or yes? They're constantly doing nonsense: strange noises with their mouths, sitting movements or bad jokes, playing with chorizo ... We all laugh, but some almost explode. But this is serious. Something walks in the room next door and leaves a dead man. Who or what? It was not clear to me whether it was a giant veil or a churro as a chandelier. They evoke stories and ghosts from the past. Also a shooting. So I will clarify the case.

It's been a whole experience to go to the tip of Zabalgana on Saturday night, but it's been worth going back to the tandem play, led by Jason Guerra. It's a work prepared with mime, and sure among many laughs, that just came out of the oven. Preferably come and see them, or rather, come to their towns and neighborhoods. It is serious, but above all absurd.