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The gorgeous girl stared him in his face and asked again: -Are you OK?-

He could realize that he was in the best moment of his life.  –I’m really OK-

The guy felt that he hadn’t been so happy never before. He was remembering  how everything started last night: “She was reading that amazing book and I asked her to read it aloud. She accepted. Her voice involved us and, surprisedly, we were in that forest...  We ran through the forest, smelled the wet leaves and just  laid and joined our hands. We were there for a time... but suddenly, she looked at some mushrooms and told me to try them. -Smell them and try a little piece- she said smiling sweetly. And I did it. Immediately , the poison began to paralyzed my body and my heart... Ohhhhh!

It had been only a dream!!!!  What a beautiful new day!!!! “

Sure?  There was a piece of mushroom next to his bed...

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Are you OK? Hey, man! Wake up!

Only with great effort he could start opening his eyes. He couldn't even move a hand. He felt as he had been sleeping for a whole day. Inside his head everything was confusing. Many memories from the last hours rushed to his mind.

How long had he been asleep? He thought that all his memories were only dreams.

In a few minutes he could stand up and walk to the bathroom. He washed his face for a couple of minutes and came back to the room.

Trying to find out what had been real and what hadn't, he opened the book on the night table. In the first page he saw a ticket from a Chinese restaurant in León.

He realized what had happened just when she called him again.

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He was surrounded by fog and smells. He was sure he was back at the forest, he could feel it, he could touch the bark... one moment, he could not really move the hand, he wanted to but felt it was completely impossible. Ok, he couldn't touch, he could see the trees and the decaying leaves... not really, he was unable to open his eyes, thought he was seeing but his eyes were really closed. He felt so tired, his limbs were so heavy. He just heard his heart beats, only that. The forest was approaching to him, he couldn't move but the branches surrounded him, almost caressing, almost touching, almost... it was really going to be like this, another dream would come, another country with the rest of the cardinal points, the rest of the images that were yet to come and form. They always did.

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No way. She couldn´t be the one. It was no possible. No by the brightest star in Universe. He watched the young´s book´s title. Yes, FUNGUS & TREATMENTS it was. So that was it. The toxine came from the Amanita Phalloides. That explained the letter he found on his backpack signed by Claudius (like the emperor who died by that outrageous mushroom). He pretended to be deeply asleep (as he´d rather prefered). He needed to find the treatment. He could still remember that day in the forest. It was like if he smelt the bitter-and-sweet odour of the mushrooms under the fallen leaves. Those oak leaves that rustled under his feet when he desperately tried to find the deadly fungus. He felt the wetness of the fog again. Ok!, If that was the poison perhaps he was still on time to save him. But he had to hurry up.

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Amazing red sun, hiding under the sea and the night came quickly without a place to go to sleep. Our man felt really tired, he needed some rest after visiting so many different places, partying, eating, running away from the wicked men and he looked for a quiet place to spend the night. He went into a youth hostel because he was almost penniless. It was not as quiet as he would have liked but, it was the only accomodation he could afford. He had to share the bedroom with 6 other people and some of them seemed as confussed as he looked himself. He was almost asleep when a young pretty girl entered. She looked like those beautiful women with big gipsy eyes and lovely curly hair. She had very little luggage and an attractive book on her delicate hands. She sat on her bed that was opposite his, and just started to read on the book without looking around, fascinated by the reading.

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The man was running, he was afraid. He knew they would try to throw him out of the country. He has been talking too much. Visitors who come to spend money are welcome, but when they come from a poor country to look for a better life, or when they critizise the "Spanish crisis" they aren't welcome any more. But he knew it wasn't only him. Most of the people were unhappy with the high rate of unemployment, the cuts to health care , to the education system and corruption. Therefore they were following him, but they did the same with so many other people, it was just impossible to control everyone. Anyway, since he couldn't change things, he decided to eat some fried fish near the sea and to enjoy the sunset.

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Those three fellows seemed rather friendly while they were sharing the meal with him. But as they were finishing their faces turned dark and suspicious. He felt uneasy... Could those men be the ones he has been avoided since he arrived there? He had been moving all around the country, north to south to east, in order to run away from their evil purposes. He didn´t know how many men had been sent after him: there could be two, five...or three. He decided to play hard and began to say:

"one is too little, two are too many

how many princesses have been hided in your castle?"

The three men stared at him in amaze and then he ran away while he cried to them:

"So many places, so little time! See you later!"

And he disappeared in the crowd

("Four men at al table" - Painting by Mike Jones

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But if only he had known

That corruption would soon blow

all his wishes, all his dreams,

he would certainly have flown,

to the parts where he belonged,

to his country, well beloved.

So he fell into depression,

which was rather an obsession,

that would sweep him off his feet.

And those times he had enjoyed,

turned so swiftly into void,

all the sudden he realized

that Paul Churches was about to win

the election lurking in

And to celebrate he ordered

three more portions of paella

which he shared with three more fellows.

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And since he had had enough of the north,

he decided it was about time to move forth

and headed back down to the warm and calm south

to Cádiz, where many a pleasure he did found.

He tasted the fish, the meat and the wine

and though he'd never tasted something so divine,

so as many other englishmen do,

he bought a house there, with a garden and a pool.

Oh how many friends did he make in one year!

He soon became for many spaniards very dear,

for he was a sweet, wise and generous man

who always seemed to have a fun plan.

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Besides, he was getting hungry. He decided to get out of the catedral and head to a fancy restaurant to have something to eat. He walked for over 20 minutes but there wasn't a good place to eat anywhere. Well, there were but they all were to expesive for the budget he had. He thought of cheaper area around but he didn't find any. He even asked some pedestrians who looked like local people. They all laughed at him when he said the words "cheap" and "around"... There was nothing like that. Finally, he saw a couple of teenagers and thought they were the perfect people to ask. Teenagers always look for the best deals and he was right. He was told to go to China Town, not very far from there full of stands with cheap food or buffet option where you could eat till you explode just for a few pounds... So, there he went ....

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The man heard about a pilgrimage similar to that of Thomas Beckett at Canterbury, the Way of Saint James, a pilgrimage full of mistery and magic, history and legend, crossing the country from east to west. He decided to walk till the apostle's shrine in Compostela . He started in León, a Roman town set up by the Roman Legio VI in the I century BC. There, he found out that León is the craddle of European Parliamentarism since its king, Alfonso IX, established laws that protected the people in 1188. The man also had time to mingle with its warm people (as opposed to its weather) and visit its Gothic Cathedral.

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It was a clear, sunny morning but he could feel the cold breeze on his forehead and cheeks. He put his hat on and grab his gloves. Following the suggestion of the front desk clerk, he decided to visit first the Cathedral. It was a very large Gothic edifice but the lower levels show that it was built onto an earlier Romanesque cathedral. He had been told not to miss the Chapel of St. Catherine, dedicated to St. Thomas of Canterbury. Being a Briton himself, he wondered about the tragic fate of Thomas Beckett, consecrated as archbishop of Canterbury and assassinated by four knights on account of King Henry II in 1170. But the reason to visit the chapel was not Beckett's memory but to admire one of the finest examples of Spanish funerary art, the alabaster sepulchre of Martín Vázquez de Arce, better known as "el doncel de Sigüenza". This young boy died in 1486 during the conquest of Granada and his brother, bishop of the Canary Islands, ordered a portrait where he lies on his side while reading. Back into the main aisle, he had a look at his watch. It was almost midday. Some old ladies wearing long, black coats were taking a seat by the high altar. He saw the priest coming out of the sacristy. "The Angelus mass", he thought. "Time to go somewhere else in town".

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Tired of dancing sevillanas, he decided to spend the night in an old castle. So he took a train directly to Madrid and then he commuted to Sigüenza, and there he was, reviving some old ghosts from the past.The scene of numerous events, the castle of Sigüenza has played host to many influential people -the Catholic Monarchs, Cardenal Cisneros, Juana la loca, Cardenal Mendoza, Doña Blanca de Borbón... It was ruled by Celtíberos, Romans and Visigoths and converted first into an Arabic citadel and then into a bishop´s palace. The fortress was the centre for military operations in the fight for the crown of Castile in the 13th Century, during the War of Spanish Succession, and also during the Peninsular and Carlists wars. Eventually it became the Headquarters for the Guardia Civil and a residence for the elderly. Finally , the Castle of Sigüenza was named a National Tourist Parador. And when he woke up in the morning, he decided to visit the town.

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I´ve heard great poems about him, and I learnt some of them by heart: "Recuerde el alma dormida, avive el seso y despierte contemplando cómo se pasa la vida..." because I was working with nobles and royalty whose loved it, and thanks to it I enjoy listening them, but I´ve spent a huge amount of time inside four walls and now it´s time to have fun and I´ve listened that Spain have a good party, doesn´t it?.

The man turned himself around, switched on the cassette and started dancing with a young woman, clothing in a red dress... The man was astonished, he couldn´t stop...

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But surely there must be something apart from the coasts, the North and Madrid, the man asked himself ... And all of a sudden he was flying above some mountains, green, rocky and full of water and life. What's this? Where am I? He wondered. "Well, my friend - a quebrantahuesos told him - you are flying over a Natural Park, here we call it Sierra de Cazorla, Segura y Las Villas. Spain has a lot of natural reserves and this is one of the biggest". You can land over there, at the Segura de La Sierra Castle and recite those famous poems that Jorge Manrique wrote a long time ago ...

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Inside the cafe waiting for his order, there the man heard a new part of the story:

Here we from the North are in hundreds. We came in different times always looking for something.

Even today those who are young or feel young continue to move and come to this region, rich and promising, full of colours, of peoples from the world.

Yes, we from the North keep moving and we are welcome and we feel at home. But we also cry for our land, a land that is waiting for us...always.

The man looked thoughtfull and the waiter had to repeat twice "Sus churros, señor"

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The sky was blue. The street was full of people. Men and women walked quickly. They looked pressed. Others was chating in a lively way. Children went hand in hand whit their parents. They went to the school. Some of them were happy, they liked going there. Others were crying. Perhaps it was their first day and they didn't want to be alone with stranger people. Young people had their cellulars in their hands and their earphones in their ears. They didn't hear the noise, neither other people's questions. The man decided to go in a coffee shop. He wanted to seat and rest. And even he wolud taste these “churros”.

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The man kept on walking. He asked: “I am hungry. What could I eat in this country?”

“Oh! We have delicious products. As it’s nine o’clock in the morning I would recommend you to taste some churros.” The boy answered proudly.

“Churros? What are they?” Asked the man curiously.

“It’s a typical Spanish breakfast. They are fried dough pastry based snacks which are usually dipped in a cup of hot chocolate. Mmm, they are wonderful!” Replied the child with his mouth watering at the thought of it.

“Interesting idea! Where can I have them?” Asked the man.

“The most famous place is La Caleta’s Cafe. It’s over there.” The boy was pointing to a narrow street.

“Thank you very much.” The man said. He put some coins in the child’s hand and continued walking.”

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In the east...

In a sunny day you can play on a Mediterranean beach. The sea has a deep, dark soul. In the sand it keeps love, games, and punishments. Its sunsets are red and intense.(cfr. Serrat, Mediterranean). Children play to collect shells while their mothers guard lying in the sun. Others make castles with buckets and rakes. And most of them bathe in its warm waters.

A key feature of Mediterranean people is its pirate soul: this is an ancient and lived sea, insolent and vicious, that unites and divides, welcomes and destroys, is traditional and has a habit of bending the rules.

(Sorolla)

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"Here in Spain we have the four cardinal points... What a curious thing! Everywhere you stay, the cardinal points are. Are they following you or are you following them? Anyway, they are always the same. In the North we can find United Kingdom, crossing the sea, In the East, the Mediterranean sea and the rest of European countries,. The African continent is in the South and in the West, Portugal, a neighbour country as France which is closed to Spain" -Said the little boy with vigour.

The man listened to him very interested on what he was saying. He wanted to know about this wonderful country and people of it.

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The poem starts here!

Welcome to Spain and have a sunny and a rainy day.

Keep happy and enjoy your stay.

Image: Pecado Venial by Paco CT seen at https://www.flickr.com/photos/paco_calvino/509970213/

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