Month: November 2012

Txoria txori, a song from my childhood.

Hegoak ebaki banizkio nerea izango zen, ez zuen aldegingo. Bainan, honela ez zen gehiago txoria izango eta nik… txoria nuen maite. (Mikel Laboa) Photography by Cristina Lanz-Azcarate All images are property of the author/s as specified and all rights are reserved. If you wanted to share any of the information provided, send a link to the website but do not extract /copy the information without prior permission.

Why do some people need revenge…?

There is something odd about autobiographies. I am a bit old fashion when it comes to this as I think that biographies should be written about you, rather than by you. In fact, I think, they should only be written if they are to enlighten the readers, rather that for the sake of a good old moan. People, without much to offer, talk about “their side of the story” or (my favorite) “setting the record straight” as if the course of the world would change if they did not. But lets be honest, there is another type of biography which is undoubtedly the most irritating one: It is the autobiography hidden behind fiction. Purely dishonest and by far the saddest. You know the one. In the movies, it would be announced as ” the names on the story have been changed to protect the identity of the characters” but everyone knows who they are talking about. It embarrasses both protagonists and the writer as it unveils simultaneously the soul of the later and the secrets …