You came to Bermeo and lived in the “Talan” of the village, the ancient “Talaidxerus” by law: then did you become a contemplative philosopher?

Contemplation is a difficult goal, distant at the moment. But for a long time a whale has appeared in Harribolas. We've seen it since Thala. Great creatures can be more easily contemplated: the whale, the sea, Rasputia.

A friend of mine sees Kalaka for you...

I trust him very little. Vanity is a mortal mortal sin.

Read on your personal blog: “There are more and more piercings in Basque...”

General philosophical conclusions require detailed work of scrutiny beforehand. We don’t have to be intimidated by reality.

That friend of mine (your follower) doesn't know who Hannah Arendt was, and neither do I...

Philosophy wasn’t until recently. Hannah Arendt was the first Olympian. He said, “I am not a philosopher.” Thankfully, he escaped from Gurs in time.

A Galician immigrant at the station asks “Is this train going to Irun...?” and another immigrant answers: “Pra ir un? Be ready to go all!”

As a result of the need to emigrate, the Galician people are deeply rooted in the old philosophical-political concern about the relationship between the One and the All. In order to avoid losing one’s mind, the poor have to turn the existential problem into a joke.

But another friend of mine baptized you like this: It's the zapping-ain!

It's a lie! You asked me the question so I could prolong that cheap word game! Because if it were true, I could shop quietly at Harrods. The paparazzi are horrible. We'll get used to it little by little.

You have written by studying the novel Adiós al Labarza: “For the illustrator, now and here, advocating armed struggle must be understood by law as pathology.” Hey, I've been fooled by Chillardegi so far...

Because you want to live deceived yourself! The first man, Txillardegi, is in Aralar and has often written against the armed struggle. And the protagonist of the last novel by the author, in favor of the armed struggle, is not in the right mind.

Maybe Koldo Izagirre is postmodern to you and now I find out...

I don't know if he's a postmodern Izagirre, but at least he's a great writer. The tragicomic relationship he has devised with respect to the truth is his own, as bittersweet as the hindered escapes of Mr. Churchill?e's protagonists. Kafka's bedbug didn't want freedom, but a proper escape.

The real postmodern is Iban Zaldua. Upon receiving the Euskadi Prize, he concluded his speech by saying: “gracias papá, gracias mamá...”

Specifically, he delivered that memorable speech by saying, “thank you Daddy, thank you Mommy.”
In any case, expressing gratitude to the parents is not a monopoly of the postmodern. And the concept of “postmodern” that is perceived under your questions would correspond fully to the Murcian who, taking as a model a cyber-samurai game, cut his parents’ neck with a katana.

You are a “different” college professor... Does the Dead Poet Club love or hate the movie?

That movie is purely demagogic. Today I am in favor of the facade of the teacher without a shadow of a doubt. In terms of pedagogy, the best film of recent years seems to me to be Michel Gondry’s Human Nature, starring Patricia Arquette and Tim Robbins.