[Gdzie jest ta ulica, gdzie jest ten dom, gdzie jest ta dziewczyna, ja kocham ją...]

This weekend has been amazing. Not every weekend, not every month, not every year a Polish family invites you in to treat you as their own son. There's no words that can describe such thankfulness. From Elektropolska,  my best regards to Grądzki family in Warszawa.
This post is dedicated to this last weekend, to the heart of Poland, Warszawa. City were we were, and where we were shown some of the most important matters not just in polish history, but also in culture and humanity!

[Być z Kraju Basków w Polsce]

To be from the Basque Country in Poland is curious. Most of people doesn't even know where you are from until you explain a little your situation, which done a 1000 times, gets boring (for us the Basques). Then sometimes people will open conversation relative to nationality. And sometimes, stupid shit will be heard:

Polish student: Siema (hi, hello, whatever)
Jokin: Jak się masz? (how are you?)
Polish student: Zajebiście!, jak masz na imię? (Fuckin' good, what's your name?)  
Jokin: Mam na imię Jokin (my name is Jokin)
Polish student: Jesteś z Hiszpanii? (Are you from Spain?)
Jokin: Nie, jestem z kraju Basków (No, I'm from the basque country)
Polish student: Oh! kurwa! gdzie masz granat? (fuck! where do you have the granade?)


The answer was quite rude, stressing the fact that I had two grenades and a gun in my pants. He didn't understand either how and why i was partying with a guy from Alicante. Well, there's stupid people everywhere!


In the mean time, here a wonderful song, in support of both Bloody sunday victims from Derry, and the 3rd March ones on Gasteiz!


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FCnGD6xv5ik