Saint George's Day

23^rd April, Saint George’s Day. The custom of this day in Catalonia is: the boy gives a rose to his love and the girl gives him a book. We celebrate it because it comes from a legend: “The Saint George and the dragon”.

It’s said that there was a village where an evil dragon lived. Every day the village people had to give some of their cattle and harvest because the dragon was very hungry.
When the food had finished, nobody had anything to give. They had to overcome the person who would be delivered and used by dragon as its food.
It was the princess. Between tears and disappointments the princess went to dragon’s cave but suddenly a handsome knight appeared ridding his white horse and in a blink of an eye the princess was on his horse and the dragon had died. And the most surprised and wonderful was that from the blood of dragon was growing up fantastic red roses... 

This story sounds a little bit old and absurdity why don’t we make little changes? Nowadays this story would be completely different, so it would be better if we forgot these fairy tales and we were more realistic, so while I’m writing I will have to use all my imagination that I usually have too hidden.

There was a little town, Lepe (where all these wrong things happened, or don’t you hear any joke about there and its inhabitants). People were really scared because a strange creature, called crisis, lived there (an economic state that had dressed up as strange creature and had the same control over the population as the dragon had in the other tale. Both were the greatest fear for townspeople). Crisis drove people to poverty and hunger. But the time had passed and there were fewer inhabitants who could live in good conditions. Lepe was living in the worst time of its history. One day, one of the members of the council proposed to make elections to solve their problem and finish with that “evil” creature.

The next day a white Porsche came to town and in a blink of an eye the new mayor was accommodated perfectly in his room. The mayor faced against the crisis and from the “home” of creature appeared a huge amount of money. (What could make happier people than money? In the other story the red rose meant the happiness for killed the dragon, nowadays although we tended to believe ourselves that the money aren’t important, they are). Everyone thought that everything had been solved but the mayor recollected all money in a big bag and in a blink of an eye again, he left. The mayor was living perfectly without any problem and Lepe was the poorest town in the world.

And maybe it’d be more wonderful if we lived in these fairy tales.

Yesterday it was Saint George. It was a strange day because many people were on holidays, so on morning I was walking in Vic with him and he gave me the rose and I gave him a t-shirt because he isn’t a lover of the books.  After the lunch my family and I went to La Seu d’Urgell to visit my grandmother and we will come back on Monday.