The first sound recording that I made was in a Hospital when my father was sick of cancer. He was having faltering breathing and I used my phone to record him meanwhile he was sleeping. We spent together fighting against cancer two years, but months in Hospitals. During this time, I was surprised about the sounds in Hospitals, specially during the night when the corridors were empty. This is how I started making sound recordings, so I recorded some machines in Hospitals, elevators included. But the most important recordings that I made was with him. I recorded him without telling him nothing. Time after his death I realized that his recorded voice has a strong power to bring him back to my memory, more than any picture of him. A year after his death, I made this sound work which was published online (2007) and dedicated to him in gratitude for all his work and his life. The name "Txingurri" means in Basque "Ant", which was the name of his work place. D.E.P.
“The past is never dead. It's not even past.”
― William Faulkner, Requiem for a Nun