When it rains, fish will appear, Andalucia part 18.. Andalucia heroes

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"I am family of Ezequiel Campos," the man began, "he was the schoolmaster in 1883 as you may know." I shook my head, I had never heard of that man. "And what I am going to tell you is known to everyone born in Lijar, Lijar oasis in the silence of the mountains, sacred ground of Andalusia with your olives and fig trees." The old man looked dreamy ahead of him. 'Okay said Pedro, we know where Lijar is, what happened in 1883?' I looked at Pedro in disapproval, it was clear that the old man was organizing his thoughts and he sought the words to honor the deeds of his village. Pedro drew a grimace and took a sip from his bottle. "It was passed on from father to son," the old man continued, "mouth to mouth, and we all descend from the men whose honor was higher than that of any politician today.

"How many people live here," Antonio asked the flower man? 'Five hundred,' said the gray boss, 'but in 1883 we were with more, then we counted  600 men, women and children.' "I'd like to hear this," I said to the flower man who had interrupted the old boss.

"In 1883 our king went on a state visit to France, that was Alfonso XII, he had taken a parade from the Prussian army as a guest of honor in Strassbourg and had accepted an honorary title from the garrison that was stationed there." The graybeard looked at us for a moment, but he had the attention, the story had begun.

"Then his journey went by train to Paris, but the news had preluded him. The news that Alfonso had accepted a title of the archenemies of France. "

Hordes of the French were waiting for the royal train, they were subjects of a republic and not very much into royalty and here came a king, in their capital with an order on his chest pinned from their archenemies. Long live the republic they chanted, 'and away with the monarchy, kill the king! The bodyguards of the king saw the pack and advised the king not to leave the train but Alfonso was a true son of Spain. He straightened his back and stepped up the platform. He was struck by a tomato and people threw stones at him.

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With his handkerchief he wiped away the rotten tomato and walked to the exit, right through the crowd that had not expected this, and he got into the carriage that was awaiting him.

"The mayor of Lijar was furious that a mob in Paris had insulted the Spanish king Alfonso XII, who was making a state visit to France. Pride has a high priority for us in Lijar, 'continued the old man' and the mayor Miguel Garcia said: "Enough is enough, our king needs our support!"

He convened a village council meeting in October 1883, and the minutes of the meeting contained his words: "Our King Alfonso, when he crossed Paris on September 29, was pelted and insulted in the most cowardly way by miserable hordes of the French nation."

"The minutes are now in a glass case," said the old man, "in the town hall," and he emptied his beer. "Yes," I asked, how did things go? " "First a beer," said the old man, "that's if the gentlemen are in no hurry." "Absolutely not, we are not in a hurry," Ramon replied, "and it's a warm day and we do not work on Sundays." Maria, "the old man called over his back," the gentlemen want another round and also bring some dates. "

The empty bottles were taken away by a damsel from Lijar and a little later the old man continued his tale.

'Mayor Miguel Garcia Sáez, on October 14, 1883, approved a declaration of war in which he stated that, during the War of Independence, "an old and sickly woman, but daughter of Spain", "killed by herself thirty French people who stayed with her".

The city council confirmed the declaration: "that France would need six million soldiers to win over Lijar." For the city council stated: "the inhabitants of the French region" are warned that the village of Líjar had "six hundred useful people" who could each beat 10,000 French soldiers. After calculations (according to which a young man at war equates to 333.33 "sickly old women"), France would need six million soldiers if it wanted to have any chance at all against Líjar.

Therefore, in order to avenge our king, we agree to make the cowardly French people with their inferior land disappear from the face of the earth
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"Were the mayor with the city council drinking people," Pedo wanted to know after he spit out a date stone on the ground. "Only wine," replied the old man, the water in this village is undrinkable.

I saw it for me: a city council that reacts with indignation to the insult that their king had been subjected to in the foreign lands. A city council from one of the smallest villages in the region that wants to give support to their king. That is so much better than in my own old homeland of yesteryear where people spray grafitti on the wall in the style of. ' F ... fat William. "

After carafes of wine and heated discussions Lijar had put on the big pants and made a gesture to the king. The candlelight had fluttered in the council chamber, the wine had flowed, and the council had sought a way to avenge the king. These were not drunken peasants, these were genuinely insulted civilians who felt hurt because their king had been ill-treated. That had do with their sense of honor and pride.

"Something is not entirely clear to me," I said, "what exactly was that about an old sickly woman who had killed 30 French?"

"You listened carefully," said the old man, "it's in the minutes in the town hall, it happened at the border." The mayor reminded the council that when the troops of Napoleon invaded Spain at the beginning of the 19th century, "only one woman, who was old, miserable and sickly but a true daughter of Spain, had cut their throats on her own of the French who were quartered in her house. "

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That's why the mayor said: "The woman's example is enough to make the people of France fear that this village of Lijar, although it has only a few men, declares war on the whole of France, since a man from our village is worth 10,000 French. . "

"That must have been a bloodbath with that old woman," I thought. "She had cooked food with poison first," our narrator explained, "and when the men became drowsy, she cut their throats." 'My goodness,' I thought 'that makes Kenau Simonsdaughter Hasselaer look like a saint. Although if you throw boiling oil over enemies you belong in the list of 'brave' Spanish women. '

'Because of  everything', said the old man,:' the municipal council unanimously agreed, taking into account what the mayor said, to declare the war to the French nation, to address it directly to the President of the French Republic, and to report this resolution to the government of Spain. "" That is a very special story, "said the flower-man, and he looked at his watch and I understood the hint, we had to go to the next village.

"How did things go," Pedro wanted to know? 'Our war lasted 100 years,' said the old man. "Then we made peace with France. We have renamed the square and a table was placed there and the peace agreement was signed. It is now called 'plaza de la paz' ​​(peace square). That happened on October 30, 1983 and a French diplomat came here to sign for Paris.

His name was Jean Francois Thiollier, and we treated him with respect, because we are not French, we know how to treat people with respect. There was only one Protestant and that was the postman: Pedro Martin, but yes he really hates the French. That had to do with the Basques and such. "

'Did you know this', I asked my fellow motor mice. "No," they said almost unanimously. 'Thank you for the story,' Pedro added, 'we have to go though and he put a € 10 bill on the table,' this will cover the damage. "Adios," said the old boss, "go with God" and we got on our steel beasts. A little later we rode out of the village over the square of peace.

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references:

  1. Ayuntamiento de Líjar. «Apartado Historia». Consultado el 14 de marzo de 2014.
  2. Reseña de un libro de Alfredo Escobar en la Biblioteca Virtual Miguel de Cervantes. «El viaje de Don Alfonso XII a Francia, Alemania, Austria y Bélgica (septiembre 1883) / Alfredo Escobar». Consultado el 14 de marzo de 2014.
  3. Carlos Dardé. «En torno a la biografía de Alfonso XII». Consultado el 14 de marzo de 2014.Martín, Javier (2014). «Un pequeño pueblo de Almería en guerra... contra Francia». Revista Historia de Iberia Vieja 105.
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