Itziar, Dani and Xan receive eleven musicians at the top of Larhun, at home. The soloists and members of different groups met with a clear goal: on 30 October they offered a joint performance in the Lur Berri room in Sara, which would close the Lost Maps festival. What they didn't know was that they went much further, entered as musicians and left their family after sharing the roof for a week between Peio, Nahia, Gartxot, Paxkal, Maia, Alan, Kamille, Jonas, Felix, Anne-Lise and Xabi.

Tarta Relena and Herman Düne have also been on such a rare Sunday. Three performances, quite out of style. I don't know if the difference between Iparralde and Hego Euskal Herria is the best, but a few steps later I see the Iparralde festivals that I know in relation to the musical offer. See which festival of the South dares to schedule as different as these three groups at the same time. And to see which city or town people are approaching to see all three, to know or not.

The day has darkened in Sara to finish the first two performances, and the room that is much hotter than the street has forced us all who were sitting. There is a desire to hear what the taboos have prepared for a week. Already known, it was known that quality was going to be guaranteed, but from the beginning they have been able to create a magical atmosphere with the help of sound and light technicians. It is good to know the crosses between different musical worlds, and the most beautiful thing is that at those crosses you can see what each one of them distinguishes. See that each one has its place. Whether in Basque, English or instrumental. Both versions and original songs.

I want groups singing to all participants (or most). And if besides singing it does with symptoms, bass, drums, keyboard, guitar, saxo, viola, cello or three or four of them, well, let's not say. But I know that many Paxkal Irigoyen can't be in the world. Good always in limited quantity.

I have to admit that I liked some songs because they were interpreters, that if others had played it would not look like anything else. But there have been others, especially one, that have entered me inside without asking for permission. It wasn't long past me. You see in the morning the version of the song has made me obsessed. I'm still there.

I also want a Lur Berri room in my city. I also want some of the organizers of Usopop nearby. And if I ever have children, these people would like to sing around their crib. And who not?