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jueves, 3 de marzo de 2011

OIHANEAN

Published by DEIA, Feb. 24, 2011




A helicopter flies over an area of the Amazonian jungle. They control a supposed incursion of lumberjacks of furtive appropriate trees from the jungles of Peru next to the frontier with Brazil. All of a sudden, they discover a village inhabited by native people that attended amazed to such a fantastic and mutual discovery. The problem of deforestation and illegal felling of trees in the Amazon, the planet’s lung, is already known, but reading this new discovery, one more time, of native people that live apart in the jungle is something that has surprised me, arousing several reflections in me.

Day by day they tell us that they have discovered several animal species, unexplored corners and, even now, tribes that remained isolated, while in the meantime we, the proud ones belonging to the first world, we toil in discovering water in Mars, solar stains, etc. We want to span outside without clearly knowing what we have here at home?

Sometimes I think that the human being is the most absurd species on the face of the earth. We strive to protect animals in danger of extinction, forests and natural surroundings and, even, we work to preserve caves, works of art, coasts and, per contra, almost nobody thinks that one’s own mankind should be protected, not only that, we even think that we do to them a favor when discovering them and abducting to our way of life. We cannot permit that money and interests finish with them and their life form. They are the perfect photo of our past roots, the one we are always try to achieve and never are sure to have gotten. We are lucky enough to be able to live our origins through them.

Imagine what sensations they had to experiment when seeing a helicopter for the first time. It's sure that it would be the same for us when discovering the most fantastic of the manned UFOs.

And again the history repeats itself; they are the same, we 5 centuries ago on horseback and now suspended in mid-air.

A new opportunity for, this time, to do better... I hope.

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jueves, 27 de mayo de 2010

JAIALDIA


May 20, 2010

Our backgrounds, our roots, a sense of belonging are an importance in the human being. We all feel the urgent need to belong to something, to feel that we share a common origin and in a similar way to feel and live it. But when the individual, for whatever reason, has to travel far and continue his existence in a different place from where he was born this feeling invades his soul stronger, even forcing him to carry out a series of actions to offset somehow his “hunger” for his roots, his essence. Throughout the past week I’ve been in Boise, Idaho recording, performing and enjoying the party in which it has become for me my stay there. The truth is I’ve been totally amazed at the dedication, love and the attitude of the people there. It’s a shame I can not stay at “Jaialdia”, a festival that the Basque community in Boise celebrates every five years and this year it will be from July 26 till the 1st of August, in which 2005 the festival attracted over 30,000 people. There are various performances of music, Basque dances, rural sports, etc… bringing together thousands of people seeking their roots in a place to meet. A real Basque party, thousands of miles away from the cultural epicenter of it. This is the magic of the people far away from their homeland experiencing our same backgrounds in a passionate way. Their feelings, that maybe because of the distance or the absence produced a healthy envy in me making me live a very special feeling, as unique as the American men and women of Basque descent live it. Here no one asks if he can dance the Basque dances, if you know our history, or if you speak the language and even whether you have Basque descent. All that is required is an absolute respect, the major of passions and the maximum excitement about sharing with others the only thing that makes them different, their love for the Basque. To live like this, to the fullest, is what I always look for and without any doubt in Boise…
“I lived it!”


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