TRENBIDEA

Published by DEIA, Sept. 15, 2011



All the results from the people’s group activity that concentrate in a determined place call our attention. To me markets, the turmoil of the stores, the bargaining or the people’s conversations in the different stands produce a sensation of life for me, of well-being that I have even tried to materialize in my last album "Ultramarinos & Coloniales". At the end they are so many stories, so many memories, which everything is engraved deep inside of us.

In the world there are many markets and it is difficult for me to just highlight ones from others because each one has his own charm, but the other day I saw a peculiar one, I’m not sure in saying it is fascinating or just crazy. It is about The Death Market, situated in a small town of Samut Songkhram, around 100km from Bangkok, Thailand. It´s an open market (flee market) in which, when you discover its secret, you cannot believe it. It is in the middle of a railroad! Several times a day the train goes right through the middle of this unique bazaar obliging the salespeople to move their stands just in time so the train can pass, then replacing the stock again in its place to sale as if nothing has happen. Everything happens in a normal way, without a lot of hassle, because the salespeople of The Death Market have an incredible ability to set and remove their stands, so when the train comes close they have to clear the track for the monster that every day makes his way literally over all their products.

The capacity that we have from adaptation in our environment is incredible and how when we value something we make good use of it, to its maximum. And it is a pity that when something is abundant or easy to achieve it loses all our interest and even we throw it away. In this case the space is a scarce good and I ask myself: What wouldn't these people do in one of those giant-sized shopping centers that we visit continuously and that have corridors and stores with so ample spaces?

The man’s imagination is able to derive benefit from what almost does not exist and I say almost because all that is imagined already has one way or another its existence.

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IDARETA

Published by DEIA, July 14, 2011



Human tides, liters and liters of various drinks, music and, how not, the mythical, famous bull running, that gives personality to such a unique city as Iruñea. St. Fermín is a worldwide event in which thousands of tourists come to live different experiences, sometimes, even to the limit. But while I see the images of a day’s bull running on TV I remember a lot of friends that live around there, one of them Fran Idareta, an accordionist whom I have shared stage in several occasions with, and that has been protagonist of an excellent news that exemplifies his great personal personality. Fran has achieved his doctorate in Social Work, which is not all.

His thesis concludes with fascinating discoveries that at the same time are so logical as when in treating a patient "we should talk about a person by their name, with a past and a specific life, having a subjective vision of their sufferings". And it is that, in words of Fran Idareta, “we should not hide ourselves behind the diagnostic data’s, but instead looking into the person’s face, touchable and definite, that who suffers. We do not only have to know, we also have to feel". The data, knowledge, theories are absolutely necessary but, as very well Idareta points out, all of that is not much to us if we do not empathize with the patient.

They have always taught us that the human being is almost totality formed of water but I would go a bit a further, if water is physically our base element, then I would bet that in the same measure that our feelings are the essential motor of the immaterial human essence and that way it is practically impossible to be able to tackle the cure of a disease if we do not take into account the other “I" of the individual, where we find the encouragement, the illusion and the hope in oneself.

Fran Idareta has opened up a different road that I hope others will continue, but somehow he has already gone through a similar territory when he discovers that with his accordion and his art he surpassed emotions and the illusions of those who listen to him, because music also gives us health and feeds our human soul.

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