martes, 23 de diciembre de 2008

Partidua????

Por cierto que no se le olvide a nadie... Hace un mes nuestros planes para el dia de hoy eran bien distintos...

Si los que no tienen reparo en jugar con la roja, no hubieran firmado ningun manifiesto... hoy estariamos todos de fiesta revindicando la oficialidad de nuestra seleccion, la seleccion de EUZKADI!!!!

OFIZIALTASUNERAKO PREST!!!

Nirea berdea da, zurea?

Din dan don, din dan don


Gabonak heldu dira... Olentzero Gran Via kalean umeen zai dago, dendak jendez beterik, etxeetako sukaldeak janariz leporaino eta gu hemen kaleko argi txikiez inguraturik.

Aurten Gabonak bapatean aurkeztu zaizkit. Eta ez kaleko apaingarri danak ez direlako egon...

Orain tokatzen dena arrapaladan egin gabe dagoen dana egitea: opariak, janariak, etxea pretatzea, Olentzerori gutuna idaztea...

Ufff hori dana egiten dudan bitartean zuek danak etxean lasai-lasai egitea espero dot eta jai hauek primeran pasatzea opa dizuet!!!

Jai zoriontsuak!!! eta gogoratu... Karta barik, ez dago oparirik...


viernes, 19 de diciembre de 2008

ESpaña 1 - Euzkadi 0

Ezin dut sinistu Euskal Herria izenaren aldeko manifetsua sinatu duten danak beraien herriagatik egiten dutela.

Kende dezagun bend hori mesedez. Hau politika hutsa da. Kirola garrantzitsuena iznago bazen orain sarrerak erosten egongo ginateke.

Aste honetan hartutako erabakia oso larria da nire ustez. Harroputz batzuei esker beraien Euskal Herri maitea edo nire Euzkadi maitea selekzioaren partidurik gabe geratu dira.

Ez naiz sartuko izena zein izan behar duenaren eztabaidan, baina beraien abertzaletasuna bai jarriko dodala zalantzan.

Egia esanda buruan hasieratik honako galdera daukat: Euskadirekin ez, eta bai Españarekin?? Hori al da gure Herriaren nortasuna defendatzea? Niretzako ez behintzat. Euskal Herriko selekzioa soilik bada beraiena, zergatik jokatu Espainolean? Agian dirugatik? Agian ideienagtik?

Norberak jakingo du zer egin bere buruarekin...

Momentuz irudiak bakarrik hitz egiten dute... eta ez da zaial interneten topatzea hainbat eta hainbat jokalarien argazkiak Españarekin jolasten...

Noizko Euskal koloreak defendatzen dituen kamisetarekin?

A tale by Iurgi...

The Child and the Magic Box
by Iurgi Ruiz de Gauna Itza
Once upon a time in a far country two kids were playing and chatting for the last time, as one of them was leaving soon.
"Do you remember that box I found sometime ago?"
"Which one? The one you found meanwhile playing with me?"
"Yes, that one"
"Do you still keep it?"
"Yes and I want to give it to you before I leave." taking it out from his backpack. "I really like it, it's really beautiful, but I do not think that I can take it with me. I always thought that it hid something inside but I never knew how to open it, as I did not want to damage. So lately it was just in one corner of my room. Long time ago you said that you like it so I want to give it to you as farewell present"
"Thank you very much, I really like it!"
Some days later the lonely child, still sad without his friend, started to play with the box. It was really beautiful. Colors, forms delicately shaped. He did not know why but being next to it made him feel happy again.
Days came and went and he began to think that may be his friend had being on the right track. The box seemed to hide something inside. There were some strange characters carved on it. But he could not understand them. Somehow they were familiar but on the other hand strange. But he was persistent, so he tried to solve the enigma everyday.
A day, two days, three days, a week, two weeks... No solution. Sometimes he though he was close to achieve it, but later, no way. After one month he was thinking to give up.
Finally he stared long to the box and he just said "could you open?" Nothing happened. But some minutes later slowly, doubtfully, the box started to open itself.
Inside there was a new box. This new box was similar but different. It was even more beautiful, but with some small deep scars, less smooth, a wilder beauty. When he held it in his hands the feel was strange, warm but also cold.
The kid was happier than ever with the new box. Everything was new. He expended most of his time playing with it. He recognized again those small characters carved on it, again familiar and strange. And the feeling of this new box also hiding something inside, a little barely hearable murmur coming from inside, like a whisper or may be an almost silent moan.
Two weeks later the child knew the box by heart, every corner, every character, all its colors. The more he looked at it the more beautiful it was for him. And he discovered that the box was magic! It could move! It could fly!
He was walking with the box in his hands and tripped, he dropped the box, but before it crashed against the floor it just floated and gently land on the floor. The kid was surprised. So he tried to dropped it again. The box this time just flied away and whenever the child got close to it, it moved further, behaving like a puppy afraid of being hurt. The strange sound from inside the box was more audible in that moment.
Since then the box moved next to him sometimes, went away other times. It seemed that it liked to be close to him but afraid of being damaged. Sometimes he waked up in the morning and he could see the box lieing next to him, calm, warm. And when he played with it too intensely, throwing it to the air, or whatever, it seemed to get angry or afraid and fly away.
The kid was happy with the box. It was very special. Completely different to anything he had known before. He discovered that touching different places the sound inside changed. The characters changed their colors. He invented a lot new games.
But he really wanted to know what was inside. He asked again to the box to open. He used his hands. But nothing worked. He was more and more frustrated.
One day he decided to try it harder and use a screwdriver. Patiently on the very beginning, trying to find any joint, any point that could help him open it. But no way. Later harder and harder till "ñiiiiiccccc", a big scratch in one of its sides! The box loosed all its warmth, suddenly was completely cold.
The child was very angry with himself. He really wanted to know what was inside, but on the other hand he could not believe he had damaged it. He decided that it was time to just leave it. Try to forget about it. Time to go back to his lonely life. Time to try to find new friends. Because, without almost noticing, he had been playing with the magic box for almost six months.
He just put the box aside in his room.
Some days later he tried to find it. But he could not. It seemed it had disappeared. He tried his best, but it was no where. "A new mystery" he thought "too many things I do not understand...
"New friends.
But no one as close as the old one.
New games.
Every now and then thinking about the box.
But he could not find it.
More friends.
More games.
Half year.
And one day it appeared. As suddenly as it had disappeared the box appeared again. Just in the same corner where he had put it months ago. And again it looked different, this time like the mixture of previous two boxes. He held it in his hands and it was cold like ice although inside he could intuit its old warmth.
The box seemed to behave differently. Actually it was the one who moved next to him every now and then. Flying around. Like asking him to play with it. He did not want. On one hand yes, he really wanted, but on the other hand he was afraid of damaging it again.
He was afraid of trying to understand and fail. He was afraid of getting angry again.The box flied and flied around and when he tried his best to pretend he was not interested it seemed to get angry, strange sounds coming from inside, and just vanished for some time.
Little by little the kid started to play with it. Cautiously. No rush. Soft games. And little by little the box got part of its warmth. The characters started to shine, changing colors again. The kid spent more and more time looking to them, learning them... And one day "Oh my God! How I have not been able to see it before!?". Everything made sense. The extrange characters where just very baroque letters. Some reversed, most with funny pictures above. And as they shined they created a sentence.
If YoU WAnt to op3n JUst FoLLoW m3.
"Follow you? Where?" But, of course, the box did not say anything. "Where? Are you gonna fly somewhere?" But the box was completely still. "I do not understand!!!!
"The characters shined continuously
JUst FoLLoW m3
JUst FoLLoW m3
FoLLoW m3
FoLLoW m3
“You are not moving!”
“Aiyaaaaaa. I can not understand you!”
JUst FoLLoW m3
He hold the box in his hands, it was really warm. The characters themselves seemed to produce the heat every time they shined. He touched them. Every time he pressed one just as it shined a nice sound came from inside the box.
“Follow me, aaaaaaahhh!, you mean that I need just to follow the characters”. So he pressed every character at the same time as it shined meanwhile he was reciting “If you want to open just follow me”
And the box left his hands and floated in the air.
A little hole opened and something appeared from it.
A fairy. Just like Tinker Bell!
“Who are you?” the child asked.
"Once I was a kid like you. But everyone treat me so meanly, everyone hurt me so much, that I decided to build this boxes and just hide inside forever"
"But not all the people are bad. Do you think I am a bad kid?"
"You seem OK now. But you scratched my box as soon as you were upset, as soon as you were not able to obtain what you want. All the people look nice initially but finally they all hurt you. I am safer here inside."
"But if you keep inside you will miss so many things, you can not see the world, you can not share things with other people, you can not feel so many things."
"Here I am safe"
"Does it deserve?"
"Here I am safe!!"
"My grandpa says that only the ones who bet can get the price. That you need to take risks to obtain rewards. I would like to help you with this."
"Why should I trust you? You hurt me once, you could do it again."
"But I did not know what was inside the box..., I did not know I was hurting you, I was trying to understand..., and sometimes I am too stubborn, that's true"
"..."
"Don't you feel lonely?"
"I have more friends. Kids like you with whom I play."
"But have you ever showed yourself, come out of the box like now?"
"No"
"So none of them really knows you..."
"No need, I am happy this way!"
"I would really want to be next to you and face the...
"Interrupting: "No way. I am happy as I am. I feel safe. I should not have come out of the box..."
And she got in the box and it disappeared.
Long time later in that country far away the kid still keeps waiting. Every now and then the box appears and flies around, they play a little and as soon as he asks her to trust him and come out of the box it disappears again. Two years since the departure of his friend, two years since the start of a tale.

martes, 16 de diciembre de 2008

Bagara!!


Asteburu honetan gur erakundea den, EGIk hainbat bizipen garrantzitsu izan ditu.

Alde batetik garai berrietara moldatzeko gure irudia aldatu egin dugu. Gure suziria bizirik jarraitzen duela ere onarturiko ponentzietan ikusi ahal delarik.

Gure ponentzietan herri honek duen egoerari errepaso bat eman ostean eta gazte iksuegitik abiatuta guretzat Nazio eraikuntzan hildo nagusiak iznago direnak adostu genituen.

Gure artean eztabaidatzeaz aparte gure Alderdiko Lehendakariagaz eta Eusko Jaurlaritzako Lehendakarigaz egoteko aukera izan genuen.

Egia esanda biek jaso zitutzen galderak, biek ondo eratzun eta biek esan lan egin behar dela herri hau aurrera ateratzeko.

Biek gogoratu ziguten nahiz eta garai latzak etorri, gure lanean tinko ihardundu behar dugula. Honi helduta EGIk orain del aurte batzuk egindako lema bat datorkit burura: GARAI LATZETAN TINKO!!

GORA EUZKADI ASKATUTA!

GORA EUZKO GAZTEDI!!!

jueves, 11 de diciembre de 2008

Ireland III

Como dicen que al que madruga Dios le ayuda... no nos quedo otra mas que madrugar para aprobechar el dia, bueno mas que el dia, las horas de sol. Porque para las 16:30 ya es de noche... Asique no quedaba mas que madrugar para poder aprobechar al maximo.
En esta ocasion si que conseguimos visitar la Catedral y alli pudimos ver al coro ensayar. La Catedral es bastnate difernete a las iglesias que aqui podmso tener. La distribucion es diferente y las costumbres tambien. Las criptas que hay en su sotano estan llenas de antiguos objetos. Cada uno de ellos tiene tras de si una historia que lo hace especial.

Despues de recrear la vista con todo esto nos fuimos al Castillo que hoy en dia se utiliza como centro para celebar acontecimientos. Las habitaciones estan decoradas con antiguos muebles pero la verdad es que se echa de menso ver una habitacion amuebolada como lo estaba antiguamente ya que los muebles que se enseñan no son los orginales de los cuartos. Vamos que la visita es muy intersante pero si vais no penseis encontraros una recreacion de como era en la antigüedad.
Para cuando salimos de alli ya eran las dos del mediodia y nos fuimos a casa a comer. Despues de rebisar la comida que habiamso compardo y tirado todo lo de cerdo (al parecer los cerdos de Irlanda estan llenso de dioxinas) vuelta para el centro.

Hicimos las comprillas de los regalos, dimos nuestra ultima vuelta por la city y nos tomamos un super hot-chocolate con un brownie...

Despues de dos horas de inetnso debate con Egoitz rumbo a casa a ver Troya y a la cama que habia que madrugar....


Al dia siguiente tocaba volver a casa. Una vuelta que por cierto un poco accidentada. Ya empezamos el dia un poco torcido durmiendonso y haciendo esperar un poco al taxi que habiamso pedido. Llegamos al airport y cogimos el primer vuelo del dia, que para variar salio tarde.

Llegamos a Frankfurt y alli nos encontramos con los tios!!!! Otra vez al plane y entre turbulencia y turbulencia conseguimos aterrizar en Loiu a eso de las siete. Taxi, casa, Amurrio, viistas varias y al sobre que al dia siguienet tocaba volver a la realidad.

See you Dublin!!!!


Ireland II






Bigarren egunean Guinness Storehouse bisitatzera joan ginen. Bisitak pena merezi du eta goikladean dagoen tabernatik Dublin osoa ikusteko aukera dago. Gainera eguna eguzkitsu egon zan eta bistak guztiz ikusgarriak ziren!!!





Han geundelarik mapa hartu eta hurrengoko bisita prestatu: Dublin Castle and Christ Church Cathedral...





Asik etxera bueltatu, jan eta katedralerantza abiatu ginen.





Baine katedralera ailegatu bezain pronto, gizon txiki eta tunikadun batek ezin ginela sartu esan zigun. Mezan baitzeunden eta antza guretzako ez zen...





Gero gaztelura ailegatu ginen eta eguneko bisita kopurua beteta zegoen!!!!





Asik ruta alternativa... Trinity College ikusi genuen eta inguruko kaleetatik egon ginen paseo bat ematen. Gero museoak dauden zonaldera joan ginen eta azkenik Temple Bar-era joan ginen afalzteko.





Hainbat atberna ikusi ostean Vat tabernan afaldu genuen, ta oso ondo gainera.





Guinnessa hartu, Temple Barretik bueltatxoa eta etxera!!!





domingo, 7 de diciembre de 2008

Ireland..I




Bueno bueno bueno... Despues de un dia las maletas han llegado tambien a Dublin. Hemos conseguido conectarnos a la red y aqui estamo sliberando espacio de la tarjeta de memoia de la camara de fotos para llenarla otra vez mañana...

Hoy a la mañana hemos recorrido las calles mas centricas y hemso hecho alguna comprilla de comida... Que como tenemos kitchen... pues a cocinar toca...

A la tarde nos hemso ido Andoni ta biok The Spire ikustera. El spire, una figura en forma de torre de metal, estaba adornada con un arbol de navidad y las calles con luces. Habia muuuuucha gente por las calles lo cual no nos ha impedido ver a los jovenes violinistas de Dublin, entrar a la Post Ofice, visitar el carro de MOlly Malone, pasear por Grafton Street, y dejarnos llevar por la musica de los musicos que animaban nuestra vuelta y las compras de muchos Dublineses y genet venid de todas partes del MUndo. Porque si lago hay aqui, somos extranjeros...

Ahora ya cenaditos y depsues de charnos una risas viedno a Buenafuente, nos vamos a la cama que el dia de mañana promete y para aprovecharlo bien hay que madrugrar... y mas teniendo en cuenta que hoy para las cuatro y media ya estaba oscureciendo.

Para ir abriendo boca os pensabamos poner unas fotillos pero para alegria de alguno ese momeno se demorara hasta nuevo aviso...

Mas noticias en nuetro informativo de las diez...

Por cierto, mañana nos vamos a Guinness.... jur jur....

miércoles, 3 de diciembre de 2008

Abenduak 3

Hizkuntza bat ez da galtzen ez dakitenek ez dutelako ikasten,
baizik eta dakitenek ez dutelako hitz egiten...

Nirekin nahi baduzu, Euskaraz!!!

Gaurkoan ez...

Gaurkoan ez dizkiet nire hitzak hiltzaile batzuei eskeiniko, ezta pentsatu ere.
Gaur nire buruan eta bihotzen enpresa bat duten pertsona eta familia guztiak daude.
Agian txikitatik enpresari batekin bizizten naizelako. Agian bere lanarekin zelan hainbat eta hainbat famili aurrera ateratzen ikusi ditudalako. Agian badakidalako hau nazio eraikuntza dela.
Baina antza batzuk ondino astoan herri batetik bestera joaten herri hau sendotuko dugula uste dute... Pena bat, egungo gure errealitatea ez dutelako batere ezagutzen eta are gatzagoa... Ez dituztelako herri hau osotzen dugunen beharrak ezagutzen eta ez direlako gai guk geuk gure kabuz hartutako erabakiak errespetatzeko.
Hauei buruz gauza asko esan ahal izango nituzke baina lehen esan bezala gaur enpresariak dira gure buruetan egon beharko liratekeenak. Beraiek eta beraien familiak... Beraiek baitira beraien menpe edo kargura dauden langileekin batera herri hau aurrera ateratzen dutenak.
Honengatik eta babesa merezi dutelako dakidalako, nire besarkadarik handiena beraientzat. Eta noski bereziki etxean dudanarentzat. Zuk egiten duzulako Euzkadi!!!
 

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