Remembering Jon ANZA, his life, his dreams, his hopes for his People and his Land. He wished he had the choice, he would have loved to live in a world of dignity and respect for his Land, his People, his Culture and Language. It wasn't the case, he fought back as much as he could. He died executed, "heart attack" style by criminals and cowards hiding behind the worst ideology and uniforms. I'm sad I never had the opportunity to shake his courageaous hand and do hope one more time I'll be given the opportunity to read about his life, his family, his friends and the dream every single Basque has the right to have, at last the Freedom for a nation under the worse barbaric domination, divided, humiliated and spoiled for centuries.