I'd like to write to this thing that I'm inside. Almost five years have passed since the pandemic, and those of us who were young at the time, although we are still young, have begun to orbit in other spaces. Housing, the project of life, maternity, work, health... the agendas of the interviews are now different. If we go back five years, everyone has followed their path (“no one’s,” says Katamalo).

I've looked around and I've ever thought that I should also have a hobby of my own that would arouse enthusiasm, mi-mine and not anybody else's. Be good at something, channel my concerns into crossfit or any other sport, into music, or maybe, scale into the world of work and choose to guide me through the aspiration to have every year a higher wage. A personal success as a life project. Everything would be easier, safer. A passion of one's own, not of anyone. But that goes further. It is a treasure that cannot steal from me the dystopian discourses of the world, the hegemony of individualism or the oratory of the no future. It's my treasure, but it's mostly from many others, it's collective. What political militancy has offered me has allowed me to understand the world and put my loops to make the way for a new one. They are not glasses to read the world or the Basque Country, as they dress and take off their glasses. Now, that's my eyes and my gaze, now there's nothing out of this vision and thank you. I find it admirable when something bigger than the navel itself, something collective, leads to life. I believe that the revolutionary exercise and commitment in witness to the most extreme manifestations of hostility, competitiveness and neoliberalism is to understand that one saves oneself by saving oneself by saving oneself. It makes me sad not to find in others something similar, this treasure is so great... Many consider me frikis, believing in something, dreaming and compromising a political and collective project that is not fashionable, does not generate hype. But we're not swimming against the current for the simple fact of swimming against the current, but to put the current in our favor.

Thanks to political militancy, thanks to the collective school that has led me to see a people when looking at my navel, thanks to the house that is mine and that I share with others. "We have made the decision. Now we are something you can't avoid," says Mikel Soto. And that's where I see myself, not elsewhere.