I come to open a melon, a melon, it's awesome, very big, too big.

This melon is… MELON. I really don’t like melons, so I don’t know why I’ve taken responsibility for opening this melon today… but we come here: me and melon.

Sasta, I put the knife on him… and inside you can see the Basque classism, the classism of the Basques, the Basques are also clasists, the Basques are clasists.

I told you this melon was awesome. It's big, it's too big, and although I like watermelon more, I come here with this melon.

For us it is never good or too good, we always want more. Maybe you don't understand me, normal, I'm clumsy, but quiet, now I dare to cut a piece of melody and take it out to a dessert dish.

With Labana I've taken the most watery part of the melon, there's the saucer. This part says: the pseudo-intellectual cultures that watch over the Basque country. “God, I don’t know why I am in this.”

Why do we feel the need to correct EVERYTHING to someone who learns Basque? Surely there is someone who is learning Euskera around you. Imagine that person has been learning for years and still doesn't speak well. How many times have you corrected what you say without ASKING it? Think. How could this person break the complexity of speaking, how could that person play with language if we fix him EVERYTHING?

Get in position: how many times does English speak a day? How many times do you say the name of an outside group and the name of a movie or series in another language? Are you aware of your/our unfortunate accent? What would happen to him if at all times the deputy corrected what he said?

Go on holiday to Landeta and try your funny French. To me, at least, it has never occurred to me to enter a store and at the very moment an evil intellectual to comment on my grammar or unfortunate accent. So why do we do it CONTINUOUSLY, not realizing, almost as usual? We understand by tradition the amendment, against anyone, anywhere. So how do we want those who have started learning to stop being complex and continue learning?

Now, add to the equation that what you're learning is migrant. Look at one of those amendments. Yes, to that improvised kind of grammar you have added paternalism, and the situation you created is even more regrettable. Applause.

I told you at first that this melon was terrible, heavy, big and watery… and we are there, in the middle.

Fuck, I've run out of place, but I can't leave these last words. If someone who is learning Basque says something wrong and does not ask him to correct it, he has two options:

1. Don't say anything. Quiet, you will learn or not, it is not in your hands, you are not your teacher.

2. Don't say anything. Answer normally. Beyond languages there is a universal mechanism for people to communicate with each other: wanting to understand what the other says.