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At that moment Marie’s heart was beating fast. She couldn’t understand why he was in that strange world which needed her help, but she decided to help them.

After so many hours fighting against the giant, he got tired and fell over the floor creating a big cloud of dust. Finally the giant was carried out of the village, to a place where he couldn’t disturb anyone.

Fortunately, it all ended well. After defeating the giant, Tulip gave Marie a beautiful string necklace he was wearing, then Marie closed her eyes and she woke up in her bed. “ Why do I feel that was real?” She thought. Then she touched her neck and to her surprise the necklace was still on her neck. “It wasn’t a dream?” Marie couldn’t understand anything.

DROMOMANIA

Our story takes place more than five thousand years ago in some secret place in the world. While Greek and Roman scientists and astronomers battled over their mathematical knowledge, a small tribe that no one knew was hiding from the rest of the world. They called themselves the Aglis, and although they had a terrifying appearance, they were the creatures with the largest hearts ever seen. The small tribe was governed by Haban, the oldROCíO PEQUERUL RODRígUEZ est member of all, he knew the most 2º Premio remote places on the planet and forIES Damián Forment bade others to ever see them as it was too dangerous, the others were content to hear his stories about wars, dances, music, joy but also sadness, old stories, new, more boring, more insignificant or more masterful. No one had ever questioned a single word that came out of Haban’s mouth, until now.

One day unexpectedly, Haban’s stories ended. The tribe did not find meaning in their lives, what would become of them now, it could be said that they no longer had a reason to live, they were hard months until one day an Agli plucked up courage.

An Agli, tired of seeing everyone unhappy, decided to leave her cave and promised the others that she would bring them new stories to satisfy their thirst for wisdom. Since Haban was already very old, he sent Boreal, an inexperienced but effusive young girl without fear of adventure. Boreal left the cave without really knowing where to go, but after all, wherever she went, she would always know how to return home.

Her journey began in the middle ages, when several knights asked for her hand. She acquired complex knowledge of the architecture of the time, specifically, about a reddish fortress, famous throughout the world for its incalculable beauty, its name was the Alhambra and anyone would have killed to see it just once in their life. She witnessed love in its purest form and how it drove humans crazy, as well as their inexplicable way of hating. She witnessed the cruelest betrayals and also distinctive Italian poetry for his romantic lyre.

Boreal kept these stories in a magical trunk that was implanted in the most secret place of the heart.

After a long journey back to the tribe, Boreal had managed to collect millions upon millions of stories so that her tribe could endure another half million happy years.

IT WAS OPEN NIghT…

It was open night when she reached the harbour, chased by the shouts. She untied the boat and prayed for a safe place to go. The ocean looked as agitated as the girl, because the wind blew rough and it made huge waves. She tried to keep herself in balance but the hard swell made her slip a few times. She was tired, upset and afraid. Everything seemed to beSARA gARCíA gARRIDO come complicated as she got far away Accesit from the coast. IES Pablo Serrano de Andorra Suddenly, a strong wave crashed and she tripped with an edge of the boat. When she realized she was falling the water was already sinking her head. The girl started to panic and no matter how hard she tried to reach the surface, she couldn’t get it. She closed her eyes, hoping this would end soon.

All of a sudden, the noise ended. When she opened her eyes, a great creature was in front of her. Its scales were brightening under the moonlight. Then, her fears flew away. She was calm.

“Tell me, child. Should I know your hurry?” Its voice sounded like a deep tinkle.

“I believe you already know. You are powerful.” The creature snorted. It sounded like a laugh.

“We are not powerful. We are just immortal, we have the eternity to learn.”

She started to get nervous.

“Then, can you tell why people are going after me?” asked.

The creature went quiet for a moment.

“A war has begun” finally answered the creature. “And you are trying to escape”.

The girl looked down, avoiding the creature’s eyes.

“You’re half right. Yes, I am escaping. But there isn’t a war…” The girl cleared up her throat and then raised her chin. “I’m starting a new life.”

Something in the creature’s eyes changed. It looked at her with pity.

“I apologize, but that could not be possible,” the beast said. The girl felt she was drowning again. “You can not start a new story, but you could try with a new chapter. Remember: you are part of your past.” Explained. Suddenly, the creature started to become clear, and beautiful bubbles appeared, guiding her to the surface.

Balcei 201 mayo 2022

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Mª Cruz Nuez Nuez 3 de mayo de 1925

Pescarranas, allá por 1920. aire por todos los sitios y para la luz tocabas una llave y echabas media luz arriba y media abajo. También había una recocina, con una fregadera con pozas, pero que no eran para tirar el agua y si fregabas en invierno la tenías que recoger y luego tirarla a la fuente.

También había un cuarto donde dejábamos la conserva y otro con un amasador donde se guardaba la harina. Amasaba en casa para ocho o diez días, me gustaba mucho, y fui a trabajar con el marido de Joaquina durante veinte meses haciendo pan de ración con salvao, a veces con luz y otras a mano.

Subías otro tramo de escaleras y había una habitación grande con una alcoba con sillas, una cama y un lavabo. Después subías otras escaleras y había una habitación con una alcoba que daba a la calle San Valero, otra alcoba y otro cuarto, y finalmente, más arriba, el granero y un conejar.

ENSEÑANZA y jUEgOS

ASí ERA ALCORISA

Las calles estaban de piedra, como ahora en el Calvario, así era la calle El Pilar en la que me caí muchas veces. Otras eran de tierra y con dos acericas. Entonces estábamos en la calle más que ahora, hacíamos roldes, nos llevábamos muy bien y salía todo el vecindario a coser, a hablar y a jugar con mi cuñada María, con Simona la “Bombera” y con la “Morera”.

En Alcorisa, hasta que abrieron las minas sobre 1943, se vivía de la agricultura y de los ganados. Los hombres al campo y las mujeres atendían la casa, a los hijos y ayudaban a los hombres en el campo y a los animales de casa. Se cogían frutas y secábamos higas, higotes y orejones. Claro, no se hacían basuras porque todo servía para los animales.

Comprábamos pocas cosas y vendíamos los huevos, algún pollo y jamones que nos servían para conseguir el abono o la simiente. De vez en cuando venía algún carro a la plaza con naranjas y las cambiábamos por un peso de trapos y suelas de alpargata. El poco dinero lo empleábamos para alpargatas y algún vestido nuevo para todo el año, para mudar. La verdad es que no había para comprar, tenías que guardar por si acaso y no había apenas mercancías.

EL PATIO DE MI CASA

En la casa donde vivía entrabas a un patio grande con una corraleta donde estaban las caballerías; subías un tramo de escaleras con un rellano y había una cocina con un hogar grande y con un gran fuego. Pasábamos mucho frío porque entraba

Fui a la escuela hasta los diez años, cuando empezó la guerra. Estuve en las monjas con Sor Celedonia, con Sor Olimpia y también estaba Sor María que daba piano y el corte. Se entraba por la calle La Virgen a un jardín lleno de galerías.

En el colegio estaban las “vigiladas”, que llevaban uniforme, y eran las que iban más a estudiar; dos primas mías salieron maestras y al final fueron a Zaragoza. Recuerdo ir con Lola Ciércoles, Lola Alloza, Juana Melero, Joaquina Roselló y Pilar Membrado, todo chicas, y había compañeras que vivían en masías y venían todos los días andando a más de una hora de lejos. Allí estábamos en mesas para dos y la monja tenía su mesa en una tarima.

No me acuerdo de ninguna lección, aunque las aprendíamos de memoria repitiéndolas en voz alta con la monja. Aprendíamos a leer, a escribir y las cuatro reglas con la cartilla, el Catón, la