During the transition, Navarre is the Basque Country until we break our throat, we have always looked indirectly, but with special attention to what happens in the “Community”, as we sometimes say in “Vascongadas”, even in “Basque Country”, as if that way of naming covered the historic failure of our national project or the eternal wait, if you prefer.

At the time, our gorges would have thanked us for asking what we were or what we wanted to be, even though the size of our error was only to be able to measure in numbers. Today, these arithmetic things do not worry us so much, because the fluctuation of a number or percentage will not substantially change our usual metaphysical defenseless. Because what are we? The Navarros, of course, but Navarre is a dead hole – it is a way of saying it – and it is not enough for us, because the Basques, at last, are less and less Euskaldunes, because the guarantee that they are Euskaldunes is less and less, and if you do not ask those of ETB and others, of course, not those of the Basque Country. Vascos? For many hardly, for them the Basque Country is synonymous with the Basque Country. The wishes of the Basque Country, right? But who wants a shortage or a vacuum to define it?

We're also bad Navarros. We make friends more easily than in Mutriku or Apatamonasterion Fustiñana. Because where is Fustiñana? Nor would we believe that Fustiñana exists unless elections were held every four years. Rarely, crossing the Aragon River to the south is harder than crossing Mississippi itself, while we want the hayedo that goes down from Lizarrusti like ours…

This uprooting and the blurring of our personality, therefore, brings us to the view of the Basque Country, and we live as if what happens there almost happened in us, not only with nostalgia, but because if Osakidetza closes the health centers – let’s say – everyone can begin to make parios about the next step Osasunbidea will take.

It is therefore not surprising that the Bidegi case was still interested. The judicial trajectory of the case is known, including reactions. & '97; Forgive me to tell us &' 97; & '97; Little expectation, vested sisters! Saying that in the elevator you hear the smell of a silent piece falls short. The dismissal ordered by the judge is above the consideration of people as fools. That's consuming people, from head down.

End. You will answer me randomly that in the West the feeling is reciprocal, but despite the fact that I have been condemned to carry a sealess ship, stormed and dragging an afrus, I do not want to be from that Euskadi.