On 26 October it will be a year since this blog was born. During this time fifty odd text entries, or shall we say posts, by nearly a dozen and a half authors I strongly resist to call bloggers for fear of being laughed at have been published on the net —the internet, of course, not any old net—. A wide variety of topics has been covered from different viewpoints, for that is what it is all about. (more…)
Any action, reflection or remark is bound by the modern culture of political correctness. This leads publicly exposed people to measure their statements. Whoever dares to stray from this narrow path of acceptability might face harsh criticism, often blown out of proportion in the social media. During my childhood, however, when such restrictions did not exist, I would listen to my grandmother sing some old rhymes, either very gently to help us go to sleep or as mere entertainment until my parents came back from work. Here follow some. (more…)
In the 1980s it became quite common for young boys and girls to pull an all-nighter and party away, particularly during the innumerable patron saint festivities celebrated in the summer throughout the territory. This practice is known in Basque as gaupasa. (more…)
Traditional dances are an essential part of our culture and testimony of our character and personality. Each region maintains its own dances, and some of them extend across regions. In Markina-Xemein two dances are performed on the feast of St Michael, 29 September: the Xemein sword dance and the Mahaiganekoa dance. (more…)