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PHOTO ALBUM OF THE GRUNDTVIG PROJECT IN LLANES, MADE BY LOEK (BELGIUM)

 

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WORKSHOPS OF THE GRUNDTVIG PROJECT MADE BY SPANISH STUDENTS

Writen by Lola Huerta

A tacky cowboy worked in an American Circus (I say “tacky” because he was dressed in a very special way: apart from the typical clothes of a cowboy, with a strange hat, he was also wearing big sunglasses!). work1

He had a difficult relationship with a woman who worked in the Circus as a clown. This woman was very proud and, after a big discussion they had, she decided to change the bullets the cowboy had in his gun, putting real bullets.

Then, when the cowboy was playing his character on his horse and shot his gun, he killed several people who were watching the performance.

The next day there were eight bodies in the cemetery and a lot of people were crying, very impressed by the situation.

Now the clown is in prison, since she was found guilty, whereas the poor cowboy is very depressed and has appointments with a psychologist.

 

Writen by Lola Huerta

Once upon a time there was a pirate, a woman pirate, who sailed through the Caribbean Sea.

work2One day she arrived in an island where a handsome prince lived in his palace. When she met him, she fell in love, it was a love at the first sight, but he wasn’t in love and told her: “You’ll never have my love”. (The pirate didn’t know the prince had an affair with one of his waitress).

The pirate used to have everything she wanted and now she loved the prince; so, very angry, she decided to destroy the palace, burn it and kidnap the prince, running away with him.

For a long time they sailed around the world and little by little. Meanwhile they had long conversations; the prisoner’s feelings were changing.

Once they were near the island and they decided to stop. They were walking near the sea when he found a bunch of flowers; he picked it up and gave it to the pirate, showing her his love.

 

Writen by Teresa López

The haunted house

The story starts with a Grundtvig meeting. This meeting took place in a haunted house here in Llanes. There were people from different European countries and all of them were in the haunted house.

It started raining heavily and the light went off because of a strong storm. So, these people woke up and realized the lights didn´t work in the house, except in the top of the house, in the attic. So, two people in the group, the most courageous ones, went up to see the attic. When they opened the door, Oh my God! What a surprise!

They found a modern devil with red hair watching the television peacefully.

That was the incredible and nice end of the story in the haunted house!

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Writen by Rosa Diez

Our story takes place in a wonderful place: a marvelous building in the beautiful German countryside, constructed in the XV century. This castle is owned by a German art collector, a Duke, whose most prized possession is an angel carved in wood: a priceless piece of art.work4

This angel has a secret hidden inside. It´s filled with hundreds of little diamonds. The Duke´s stepsister knows the secret. She is going through great economic difficulties because of her recent divorce. Therefore, she plans to steal the angel. Wearing black clothes and getting into the security chamber in the middle of the night, she achieves her goal.

But the duke hears a noise, and wakes up. He takes his gun and runs away towards the place where he has his treasure. He sees a dark shadow jumping near the window, and suspecting that his angel is about to be stolen, shoots his gun. Unfortunately, the bullet gets the robber´s body, making him fall down six meters and crash into the floor.

When the duke goes downstairs, and takes the robber´s mask off, he discovers that he has killed his own stepsister. The police arrive one hour later and mark the place where the corpse was, beginning with the investigation immediately.


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MY FIRST TIME I REMEMBER FEELING REAL PAIN

The first time I remember feeling real pain was one Sunday four years ago when I had a deep muscle pain in my right leg.

I was in my village, and when I went to the bathroom and down 3 steps with a jump I felt the biggest pain of all my life.

I went to the bathroom and sat down, after about a quarter of an hour I could stand up and, as I had arranged with some Friends to walk around the mountains, I went with them.

The next day I went to the doctor, but he said to me:” don’t worry, it doesn’t matter”. So, I went to León with my car and drove and walked during three days, and the pain was horrible.

On Friday I had a bruise on my leg, so I returned to my doctor and he said to me:” oh, yes, I looked at it the other day, but it’s no problema because you musn’t move this week.

But I had a weeding that Saturday so the doctor bandaged my leg from the ankle to the knee.

Fortunately, I wore a long dress.