Photo Of The Day: 07/08/2011 "Grandfather, The Pit And The Boat"

The grandfather had always told shocking stories of pirates. After dinner, when we gathered around the fire, with incredible realism recounted how cruel and merciless, arrived at the small fishing villages and decimated the population. Mercilessly killed women, children and elderly men strong, kidnapped and sold as slaves in their ships or perform the toughest jobs. My brother and I listened engrossed and excited we were moving into battle, which described in such detail. Enjoyed, with the comfort of thinking that had an unusual imagination.

- Tell us the day of Baba Aruch landed in our village! - No frivolicéis the suffering of so many souls, muttered between angry and proud of our interest grandfather .- Please, do not be bad! - You should not put all those stories in the minds of children. Enough to sleep!, Our mother protested angrily .- Okay, let children accompany you to the cama.Entonces on the sly, winking. By taking each one by hand, embraces us and speaking very softly so that your daughter does not listen, began his story. "Baba Aruch, better known as Barbarossa ..." We drowned emitted shouts of excitement, every creak of swords and musket shot. Until exhausted, closed our eyes, our dream to put between each historia.Sin particular end but soon realized that our old grandfather, did not invent any of those chronicles. A solid galley arrived at the small fishing port of our village. He organized a stir. Mothers running with babies in their arms, the men tried to protect their families and organize a defense to avoid, which unfortunately could not be stopped. They were pirates, landed a few meters from the seashore, gushing out from the waves, like ants in a small hole in the ground.

Our father was in port, preparing the boat for fishing, as every day. Mom was in the laundry, doing the laundry, with many other village women. With bated breath and heart almost out of his mouth, the grandfather came to where we were playing. He took our little heads with their hands hardened by time and the hard life of the sea and sparkling eyes getting very close to ours, he said .- Listen to me, I want to corráis secret cove. Where we hide the descent of the boats to sea. I want you to conceal this in the cave with wooden barred door and wait there for three nights and three days. Nothing and no one will have to leave early. Take these bags with food and water will be enough for two .- Grandfather afraid. And mom and dad are you?, Sollozábamos desperately .- No time dear ones. Today life has decided to let the children to turn you into being brave, honest and clever men. Do not look back. Just remember how much you want and always somehow be there in difficult times. Honor your father and your mother.

And now, our trembling partid.Empujando corpuscles, got us to start the race. We hear cries of pain, cries of newborn death throes, but only when we are at the top of a hill, behind which kept sight of the town, we turn to see what was behind us. A huge cloud of dust, puddles of blood, race, body parts. We spotted the stone tub where we saw my mom for the last time the water was dyed red and the bodies of women surprised by the violence of pirates, floating on it. At the port, even some disproportionate battles were forged. Bloodthirsty against fishermen. Trying to find the faces of our loved ones from such horror. We realized that would not happen and we went to our hideout. The cave was hidden in a small rocky cove of sand, protected on one side by a stone cliff. We stood there hugging, crying sometimes, hating others. Knowing that our life as we had conceived so far, was over. At dawn on the third day, we heard noises outside. Stealthy, we looked at the wooden gate, trying to figure out who could get close. They were five, maybe six men, scruffy, armed and somewhat drunk.

Dangerously approaching the entrance. We huddled in the background as we could, without being able to circumvent that curiosity, we did reach our escondite.-Go, go, go, see what we have here. Two small fish that do not want to be caught. Ha, ha, ha. Unfortunate not escape!. At that time did something totally unexpected, out of the trees that crowned the steep wall of stone, flew off a boat. At the helm Grandpa, Mom and Dad forward .- I told you we'd be there in bad times, and in this family are sacred promises! His appearance was like the last time we ate dinner together, smiling, healthy . Although all three had a somewhat ethereal image as blurred and transparent. To the surprise of the filibusters, the boat stopped at our feet, the right time for us to climb it. After the flight and soared away, get lost among the clouds. I remember my brother wanted to hug my mom, but something stopped him, it was as if, despite being by our side, an infinite distance separating us from it all. Then we fell asleep. Who knows how many hours passed, until the bright sunshine, we were back to reality.

We were drifting in the wooden boat. But we sailed alone, without direction. No sign of our elders. Then we understood, who had returned from the beyond to ensure our supervivencia.Llegamos to land and begin a life of adults. Work and more work obligations. Time passed and we grew up strong and healthy. Never forget our secret place. We fix the door, corroded by the salty sea and shock, we add a small jetty for easier access. Not one, all these years, we have left to return to the cave on the anniversary of that fateful day. To spend a night together under the shelter of the rocks. To pay tribute to the wisdom and love of those who gave us life and sacrificed for us.

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