I went out for a short while, briefly met with Tximista to give him a selection of books I had picked. He seemed to be convinced that a new wave of violence would be counterproductive and a threat to a potential crucial unexpected success in the next row of elections. Recent years were difficult with too many internal conflicts in the organisation. In the community, the new generation seemed to distant itself from the idea of getting involved to have a free state and the pressure exercised by both states, France and Spain on militant's families depriving them from any job, searching houses on a regular basis and using both bureaucracies at the best of their abilities, citizen's harassment, had taken their toll. The danger was to see a further radicalisation, a secret dream I knew the Paris regime had for a number of years hoping it will be a new excuse to differ and refuse the EU Charter rights for Euskadi's people and others. He opened the box I just handed and laughed.

Thomas Paine, The Federalist Papers, James Madison and Thomas Jefferson writings, you don't stop, do you?

I do, you'll get Lincoln later, first the roots and the trunk, you'll have to wait for the fruit.

Too cold to stay out, we headed to the nearest cafe bar. Watching his smile, I knew that somehow he had read the mail I had sent and was stunned with the poll results. He didn't mention it and I decided I wouldn't either. A damaged dream suddenly revived. The community, we may never know why, woke up one morning with the conviction Euskal Herria, the land, the language and that so special warm spirit years of adversity and divide between two countries had forged, was the most dear thing they ever had. The poll was showing it and I knew he was feeling the change. The next step will be to make sure nobody will spoil the potential result but it wouldn't be tonight's talking point (;) as done with the coffee, we left.