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There is a cruel story about my village. A few centuries ago there was a girl. She was really pretty (as all Cocoland’s girls). She, her father, her mother and all her relatives were from Cocoland. And suddenly appeared a small, dirty and silly man. His name was Rondondo Pitufo, but his “friends” (really he had no friends) called him Quasimodo. His friends didn’t call him... he hadn’t friends.

He was very ugly and his smell was terrific.

But he fall in love of that pretty girl.


People in Quintanilla was quite angered. And Rodondo was a pain in the neck.
Finally a very big mass (between five thousand and six thousand people) take away the infamous Rodondo.

He was forbidden to come to Cocoland and he and all his family was exiled.
Then Rodondo walked and walked. No one liked him, and he and all his family were walking for two years.
The second anniversary of the exile they said: “We are going to stay here”. It was a place without people, with ugly landscape,... it was the place that no one would choose to live. It was a pound with hundreds of vultures and snakes.

They called this place Macastre.


I want to dedicate this picture to our mate Oscar who is from Macastre.


I hope you like it.


PD: the photo was taken at the afternoon and there was no light on the sky, look how the street lights of the village have been lit on.

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