There are issues that I cannot look at in the moment. I don't know if it happens to you. And I can't look without passing, because I have the impression that I'm not going to be drowned as much as I can, and in addition to the fact, the letters of the event trample on someone who was already weak. And I think it's not the first time I've made this list. I remember the man driving the Alvia train: 80 people died in a train accident, the driver of a motorcycle was the means of communication. I remember a nurse at the Hospital in Madrid, who was not working in the right place, who was not given responsibilities. A hospital patient was murdered by the authorities’ negligence, a nurse by the media. I remember in 2016 five men raped a girl in San Fermin and how many times the media. I remember Miren Larrion. I could not follow the new ones in the act, because it was aggressive to do so, as if we were all suddenly found together in a good beating, however serious it was, as if we were doing something more serious. In summer the Spanish state raised concern, here too, what to do, how to distribute the things that were so poorly distributed, the children. Some had to take care of a lot: they didn't reach a thousand in our own. Under the burden of the media and the greed of the white man, children. I can't look at the Palestinians, who we never see playing, and I hate those who put their images wounded so that they catch me with surprise on social media. Today they have killed four children; no, thirty; no, one hundred and forty-five; no, since last autumn more than ever; there are no children left in Palestine. And we'd go on. This summer I've seen a white man very left-wing on social media for fear of being called a fascist for writing something racist, and in my village I've read "immigrants out" between two lauburus. And I can't write about it yet.