The New Year’s Morning is the title of a roundness created by Joxe Ansorena, brother of our grandfather Isidro, for the Txistularis to hit the streets during the New Year’s Morning. In the air of that melody, we were picking up the wrecks of the night, like the garbage trucks. Once, a drunk of Sacito approached me to hinder me along the way. I stopped, took the whistle out of my mouth and blew it in my nose. "Next time I'll do it with the superpowers," I said gravely. He believed and retired.

The news of the famous rave on television remembered the following: - Nothing like this! We have been dancing for seven days. What is called dance. His, despite all the dusty stems, barrels, ecstasy or mounds, was nothing but a stupid, clumsy balancing of impotence.

As a child, being a lot at home, I slept in the same bed as the Birramona Genosa. When we heard drunks in Plaza Nueva, under the house, about the cold rain and the wind, he murmured in the ear: - All right. So I didn't understand. But now it is. Grandmothers are wise in matters of life and diversion. When the young nieces went to the verbena, Dorotea, near the house, greeted them like this: - Have the girls have fun, but with the card closed! Fustiñana fermin, on the contrary, was more explicit: "Pass it well, majas... but you don't."

To which I am referring. All this to celebrate the arrival of the New Year. But the new years have very little again. So little, that by mid-January, 2025 is busy. Have the wars in Gaza or Ukraine remained? Have the immense rich admitted that the source of their accumulation of property is theft and that they have shown themselves willing to distribute the plundered arsenals? Has violence against women and children been extinguished? Have we started receiving immigrants with open arms? Don't we put too much alcohol, noise and garbage at the base of our festivities? Are the pages on no longer the worst?

"No one will patch his old suits with raw fabric, because the patch would force him to wear and the cut would make him bigger." It is the parable of the gospel of Matthew. That is what needs to be done: Before starting the new year in the morning, put a few small patches to check if there is luck. For example, under the direction of the new Association of Irrintzilaris of Euskal Herria, instead of the sounds of the bells, let us say goodbye to the yearnings and the news. Sakito's opinion: OK, but before and after, with a big sip.

Esnif… Natural intelligence is also missing to put patches, so you have to test it with the artificial. There is no alternative. In the way of the baztaneses: adjustment.