Ituren and Zubieta, two small city in the Basque Navarre, few kilometres one from each others. In this part of Spain, tha last Mondays and Tuesdays of January, the inhabitants of the two villages visit eachothers wearing big cowbells (polunpak) or being crowned by coloured bow and cock feathers (ttuntturroak), in order not to be recognized and tised by their neighbours. Carnival and folklore have always been combined in history. Since the Middle-Ages public events, insults, masks, mockeries and farcical characters proved the pyramid’s turnover. The boy wears like an aristocrat, insulting and eating with him, stealing his woman and invading the church. When the fool is killed and the carnival ends, everything returns normal and the mud covers the boy. All along, the Carnival is the physical place where to give life to a real pyramid’s turnover.
Wouldn’t be nice to insult a little bit our boss at work?
Why don’t we quit the usual society’s schemes?
Should this be licit?
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