Photo Of The Day: 06/03/2011 "The Valley Of Punishment"

I remember when I read children's stories. Impossible fables, where the inanimate come to life. Where the living, became inert objects. I especially liked one that was titled "The Valley of punishment." Try to remember, was something like ... Once upon a time, in a remote country, a small village, where people lived happily. They cultivated the land and tending the animals. They shared in harmony, all they had. Then one day a stranger arrived with the news of an amazing discovery. A few miles from town, had found oil. Black gold, dazzled said, the hitherto peaceful neighbors. The newcomer, never stopped chattering, to highlight how wonderful it would be that for the future. How much would change their lives. How happy they would from now on. At first, he listened without paying much attention. Paparruchas, said the most elderly residents. But the days passed and the seed of greed began to sprout in some locals. Gradually, they were neglecting their crops. The dried plantations, crops were lost. Many animals died of hunger and thirst, locked in the stables. Others, more fortunate managed to escape and survive in the mountains, taking out his wild side. Men and women everywhere pierced in search of the coveted treasure.

Legend has it that one day the earth, tired of her womb cut to extract their wealth, exhausted by the usury of his former caregivers, decided to end this destructive attitude. While working overtime in the removal of thousands of barrels, a huge crack opened up before his astonished eyes. A major result of the deep and looked for a few seconds getting a gigantic human form he shouted: "You have destroyed my heart, you are stealing my blood. I gave fruits and vegetables that you serve food, I offered trees to protect you with its shadow, rivers to quench your thirst, lakes for swimming and fishing, and what is how I be grateful?, Torn my guts to steal my treasure, when you leave my legacy to die there on the surface?. Well, this is the punishment: Anyone who dares to re-extract a single drop of oil, the whole key to his paws on me ... will become forever in trunk, dry and abandoned in the wilderness. " The root disappeared and the crack closed. After the first shock, victims of greed, continued drawing the coveted fluid. The next morning, a grandfather who came to look around the area found a gruesome sight.

Hundreds of logs dry, ghostly shapes of hands for help, inhabited the valley. Just listening to the breeze, caressing the abandoned branches. Some say they were the voices of those punished, asking for forgiveness and mercy. Too late, the old man muttered, too late.

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Photo: Edurne Iza

Text: Iza Otamendi Onintza

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