In recent times, Basque cinema is in good condition. More and more films produced by the stumbling block of ecofeminism are being published. All of interest. But, perhaps by the actors, most of them seem to me to be large sequences of the Goenkale series. So, in the film Akelarre by Pablo Agüero, I saw Kevin, a waitress from the former bar Atxuri, in the skin of the Urruña Priest who hosts Judge De Lancre Rostegi at his headquarters. But, I drink...

The demons are there, the same ones that we mention the enchanted women and the descendants of Mari. I could say that we have an obsession with Lucifer, as demonstrated at least by the works of Akelarre and Eugene Greenen Atarrabia & Mikelats, which we demonise those we do not know, those we call enemies, modernism and post modernism – in Greene’s contribution, the criticism of gender theory in the sleight of a simple sentence – and the salvation of our heads.

Don't we love the desire to be the ones we're not?