Gabonak iristeko gutxi falta zen. Olentzero eta Mari Domingi bere baserrian zeuden bere lagun zen Astotxoarekin eta Lagun izeneko txakurtxoarekin.

Baserria Baztango mendi baten magalean zegoen zuhaitzez inguratuta hotzetatik babesteko. Ondoan, ur garbiko iturri bat zegoen. Etxe ondoko kortan oiloak zituzten eta horri esker arrautza freskoak izaten zituzten eta ,nola ez, baratza ederra izan ere.

Gaur Mari Domingi gaixorik jaiki da. Sukarra altua du eta eztula eta mukiak etengabe ari da botatzen. Olentzeroak katilu bat esne beroa eztiarekin eta parazetamola eman dizkio eta oheratzeko aholkatu dio. Horrela, bi egun igaro dira eta ez zuenez hobetzen Olentzeroak Oronoz herrira jeistea erabaki du medikuarengana joateko asmoz.

Medikua Olentzeroarekin baserrira igo da eta Mari Domingi ongi begiratu eta gero, jarabe bat hartzeko eta etxetik atera gabe egoteko esan dio.

Lau egun geroago hobetoxeago zegoen, baina oraindik ezin zuen kanpora atera eta Olentzeroari opari banaketan lagundu.

Olentzeroak ongi pentsatu ondoren, Oronoz herrian ezagutzen zuen lagun koadrila bati mesedea eskatzea erabaki zuen. Lagun talde honek Baleak izena zuen eta benetan talde jatorra zen, baita bihurriak ere ja, ja, ja!

Haurrak oso pozik eta urdurik jarri ziren enteratu zirenean eta , noski, laguntzeko prest agertu ziren.

Eguna iritsi zenean, gure neska-mutilek pijamaren gainean berokia, txanoa, bukanda eta botak jarri zituzten eta, gurasoak enteratu gabe, etxetik irten ziren.

Ilundu zuenean eta denak bere etxeetan zeudenean, etxez etxe opariak banatzen joan ziren.

Lana bukatu zutenean, Oletzeroak eskerrak eman zizkion eta detaile bana eman zien.
Haur talde horri esker haur eta heldu guztiak oparia jaso zuten urtero bezala..

BEHIAK, LH2

War is the worst thing in the World

This is a real story, of a real family. This family could be mine or yours, I hope you not.

It was a normal day in Sara’s home. Sara was a short woman of thick black hair and little green eyes, she was a journalist and she was the opposite of her husband. He was very tall and when he was young he had a very strong yellow hair, but with near the 62 years old it was almost white. They both had a son and he was 24 years and he was finishing the odontologist degree and he was living in a student residence. Sara’s mum was either at home because she had a big dementia and she was in the nursing home.

That day Sara was at work finishing an article. Suddenly, his own telephone rang:
– Oh gosh! Another spam call – she thought – ok… Hello?
– Um… yeah, are you Sara Muñoz? Encarni’s daughter – said a grave tired voice, like it if he took hours calling.
– Yes, I am, do I know you?
– No, probably not, I am Mr. Vivar, t. – Sara noticed that Mr. Vivar wasn’t very comfortable talking about that – We found a commun grave of the civil war near Olite. We took DNA tests and a DNA coincide with your’s. Could be Gregorio Garcia your grandfather?

Sara’s heart stopped for a few seconds. Her mum rarely ever talked about his father and she was near to found him. She was really confused.
– Hello, are you there? – the arqueologist’s voice brought her back to the planet.
– Yes, he was my grandfather.

She hang out the phone and she started running.
– Okay. Hear me up. Say to the boss that I have family issues to deal with.

Sara ran to the car and in a moment arrived to the nursing home.
– Hello – said a woman on the acces – Would you like to visit your mother? ?
– No, I am bringing her.
– Okay, she is in the dinning room.
– So, bring her please.

Some minutes later, the carer came with Encarni.
– Hello mum, – Said Sara, but she watched that her mum was not listening to her – okay, I am taking you to Olite.

She put her mum in the car with a lot of care and started the trip. It wasn’t a difficult travel and there were great roads, but Encarni wasn’t calmed. When she stopped the car and she opened the door a fresh wind received her. She took her mum and they went until a tent to sit her. They saw a tall man.
– Hello, I am Mr. Vivar. We investigated your grandfather’s clothes and we found this letter – he said, and he gave Sara the letter.
– Okay, thank you very much – She whispered, and she started reading – “Dear Maria, you know I was in the Pyrenees, but they send me to Olit. Here I live worst, I fight more and I eat less. War is the worst thing in the world. I only want to see you and our daughter Encarni. I am going to try to scape”.
– Dad! – cryied a cracked voice.

Amets Barea Otsoa, DBH 2 / 2ºESO