Quiero que conozcas una historia, la trayectoria vital, como gusta decir un articulista,de un peregrino de los de antes; quiero transmitirte la historia como yo la he recibido. Lleva por título "THE BLIND PILGRIM" y como se anuncia en el titular, fue contada en Inglés.
Hello! I'm like the traditional blinds who travelled through villages and towns telling stories about pilgrims. Today I'm not going to tell others' story, but mine. I'm following my way towards "somewhere", leaving my home-country,I want to strengthen my faith.
You know how pilgrims used to look like, the carried a "bordon", a thick stick with a curved handle, a pumkin as a waterbotle and a shell as a symbol of the Way; they also had a little bag for the goods.
Their trip was seen by the people as someting holy, and for this reason, pilgrims were helped and given shelter on ther hard journey.
....El peregrino se extiende en su historia sobre las razones, motivos y las "urgencias" que les llevaban a ponerse en camino... luego sigue...
I was born in Brusels; my father died a little before I was born; so did my mother before my third birthday, that's why I have no memories of either of them.I was sent to a convent with a group of nuns. There I learned to read, write and pray.
But because I liked too little that way of living, I decided to run away, this happened when I was fourteen; from then on I begged in the streets, stole to get some food to eat, and made lods of dirty works to survive... But why did I start this long journey? I really don't know...
In all these weeks of my way,I've met a lot of people, and as it is being slow and long dayly walk, we talk a lot and we are good friends, one of them is called Anne. I met her in a lodging, there we decided to make the rest of te Way together. One morning as we were walking I asked her:
-"Anne, tell me something about you..."
...puede que mañana tengamos unos minutos; nos sentamos y seguimos, vale?