Monastery

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Maria, Juan and Guillermo goes to visit an old monastery ruin. It’s mostly fallen down, but some walls still stands.

Imagine the strange lives these women had, said Maria.

Not like yours, that’s for sure, says Guillermo teasing.

Haha, says Maria sarcastically. Funny. You’ve slept with more guys than I have.

That is true, my love, he laughs.

Look! Juan is pointing at the ground.

There is a necklace half buried in the sand underneath the highest wall. Maria picks it up. It looks old.

I wonder who it belonged to. Probably one of the nuns… She looks up. There’s a window far above.

Maybe it fell from there?

Maybe… Said Guillermo.

Dolores and Antonio was standing on the bottom of the road leading up to the monastery, saying goodbye.

Dolores had been forced by her parents to enter the monastery when they found out she’d been seeing a boy in the village. She had been living there for two years now. She hated it. Sor Angustias was always yelling at her, always criticizing. She even hit her some times.

Dolores started walking up the road. There was no time, Sor Angustias would be angry.

Will I see you again? Antonio asked.

Maybe, she said with a smile.

When?

She stopped for a moment, looking over her shoulder. She really liked this boy.

Wait for me tonight, when the sun sets. On the other side of the valley. She ran up the road to the monastery. Sor Angustias was already calling her.

Antonio was thrilled. He knew it was a great sin to desire a nun in this way, but he didn’t care. She was the most amazing girl he’d ever met.

They had seen each other on the street lately. He had been watching her, stunned by her beauty. The way she moved. She was no ordinary nun, that’s for sure. She was a star.

Quite a view they must have had. Maria is looking up on the windows high up above her. Even from down here you can see the whole valley. Up there it must have been amazing.

Sor Angustias was looking out on the valley from a monastery window She saw sister Dolores crossing the fields. Where is that no good girl going? A boy was waiting for her on the other side. The pieces fell into place.

Dolores walked up the hill. She held her hand tight around the necklace he gave her. She was in love. She’d forgotten about all her problems, like if she had traveled to another world.

When she came home, Sor Angustias was waiting for her.

Where have you been? She asks.

Just out looking for flowers.

Flowers, eh? So that’s how he pays you.

P-pardon? Says Dolores. She stops.

Sor Angustias stands right behind her. I know where you been. Whore. Her tone darkened on the last word. Disgust.

Sor Angustias pulled Dolores up the stairs to the tower. Dolores screamed for help. The other nuns in the monastery heard her screams, but did nothing.

You see this view? She says. Guess what I’ve seen today. Her nails dig into Dolores’ neck.

Please… You’re hurting me!

I know.

Dolores tried to get loose.

You dare to oppose me? Sor Angustias was used to obedience, and now this slut was fighting back. She could not stand it.

Antonio was crossing the valley on his way home. He heard a scream. He looked up to the monastery. Someone fell from one of the higher windows. He ran. He found Dolores on the ground. Bloody. Broken.

No… No no no…

Tears were falling down his cheeks. She died in his arms. No one in the monastery ever spoke of what had happened.

Maria stands looking at the valley. A deep sadness comes over her. Guillermo sees the tears.

What’s wrong? He asks.

I… I don’t know, she answers. Something horrible happened here.

Juan looks at her. He knows she has her strange things, this girl. He never really gives it much attention.

This is not ours, she says. She digs a hole in the dirt and puts down the necklace. Buries it.

I want to go home.

https://grahamisjustmyname.com/2017/01/07/what-pegman-saw-shahi-qila/

https://ashnfinn.wordpress.com/2016/11/09/verum-sine-mendatio/

Witchcraft

Fragile Fences and Walls

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These are the sketches for the illustration to my resent story Closed Borders and a fast brainstorm for the name. The drawing is inspired by an old idea for a graphic novel I’m working on, a story that takes place in a world I’ve created. One day you hopefully will be able to read it in paper form.

Closed Borders is a story about the dangers of the way we are treating refugees in this world and the effects suffering has on us humans. Suffering causes violence. We can’t keep bombing and exploiting poor parts of the world and at the same time close the borders for those who want to get away from the poverty and war we in the rich part of the world are creating.

In a world where people were allowed to move freely, the resources will be better distributed. People would move where there are better possibilities of survival. The borders make sure the poor stays poor and the rich stays rich. In a world of limited resources wealth creates poverty, inequality creates conflict. 

By the same reasons high security banks are sometimes robbed and people sometimes escape from well guarded prisons, a border can never be completely closed. There is no better place to recruit terrorists than in an overpopulated refugee camp. We need to get people out of the camps.

When people really want to cross they do anyway, especially with a resourceful organisation in the back. The fence between the Spanish enclave Melilla and Marocco is one of the most surreal things I’ve ever seen. It looks like it’s taken from some kind of apocalyptic science fiction movie, and it’s still not enough to keep people out. Lots of people have been killed in the intent to get in.

Besides being morally wrong and discriminative, taking away people’s freedom is a strategy doomed to fail sooner or later. The closed borders are creating the problems they are supposed to protect against.

http://www.econ.upf.edu/~reynal/aer_final_conflict.pdf

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melilla_border_fence