Kepa passed a red plastic cup to Koldo. \u201cKalimotxo, ezta?\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Koldo nodded as he took the cup. \u201cMil esker!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat last song was\u2026 different,\u201d said Kepa, taking a sip from his own cup. \u201cDon\u2019t get me wrong, I really liked it, but sorginak? Madarikazioak? Curses? Where did you come up with that stuff?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Koldo shrugged. \u201cThat one was all Ainhoa. She wrote that song, music, lyrics, everything.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kepa looked at her. \u201cWell?\u201d he asked. \u201cWhat\u2019s the story?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Buber’s Basque Story is a weekly serial. While it is a work of fiction, it has elements from both my own experiences and stories I’ve heard from various people. The characters, while in some cases inspired by real people, aren’t directly modeled on anyone in particular. I expect there will be inconsistencies and factual errors. I don’t know where it is going, and I’ll probably forget where it’s been. Why am I doing this? To give me an excuse and a deadline for some creative writing and because I thought people might enjoy it. Gozatu!<\/p><\/blockquote><\/div>\n\n\n\n
Ainhoa smiled as she took a drink. \u201cMy mom was born in Nafarroa, in Zugarramurdi, though her family moved to Bizkaia when she was young. She told me a story about some ancestor of hers, or rather, the sister of one of her ancestors. It seems that this sister was one of the healers of the village, and some said she had supernatural powers. When the Inquisition came to town, some of her neighbors, probably jealous or something, accused her of sorginkeria, of witchcraft. The Inquisition tried her and when she refused to recant, they burned her at the stake in the auto de fe in Logro\u00f1o.\u201d Ainhoa shrugged. \u201cI thought it would make a cool story for a song.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat is so cool!\u201d exclaimed Itxaso. \u201cDid she really curse everyone?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWho knows?\u201d answered Ainhoa. \u201cWe don\u2019t know anything more about her. She was killed over four hundred years ago. Hard to know what really happened back then. I just made up the curse for the song.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI bet she really did curse them,\u201d said Itxaso in an excited whisper. \u201cThat\u2019s what I would have done, anyways.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t really believe in this stuff, do you?\u201d asked Maite incredulously. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Itxaso shrugged. \u201cWho knows, science girl? \u2018Izena duen guztiak izatea ere badauke — Everything with a name exists.<\/em>\u2019 Not everything can be explained in your books.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u2018Izenak ez du egiten izana — A name does not make something true\u2019<\/em>,\u201d responded Maite. \u201cI need more proof than just a story to believe it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Koldo held up his cup as if to toast. \u201cIt doesn\u2019t matter to me if it\u2019s real or not, as long as it\u2019s a kick-ass song!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The friends all laughed as they took another sip. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Kepa passed a red plastic cup to Koldo. \u201cKalimotxo, ezta?\u201d Koldo nodded as he took the cup. \u201cMil esker!\u201d \u201cThat last song was\u2026 different,\u201d said Kepa, taking a sip from his own cup. \u201cDon\u2019t get me wrong, I really liked it, but sorginak? Madarikazioak? Curses? Where did you come up with that stuff?\u201d Koldo shrugged. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2550,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"advanced_seo_description":"","jetpack_seo_html_title":"","jetpack_seo_noindex":false,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[864],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2617","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-bubers-basque-story"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/buber.net\/Basque\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/Artboard-1-1.png","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p2sYNu-Gd","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/buber.net\/Basque\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2617","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/buber.net\/Basque\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/buber.net\/Basque\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/buber.net\/Basque\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/buber.net\/Basque\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2617"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/buber.net\/Basque\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2617\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2710,"href":"https:\/\/buber.net\/Basque\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2617\/revisions\/2710"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/buber.net\/Basque\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2550"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/buber.net\/Basque\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2617"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/buber.net\/Basque\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2617"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/buber.net\/Basque\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2617"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}