Izena duenak izana du

We continue with the publication of the micro-stories of the first edition of the competition: High Altitude Storieswe let you enjoy with "Izena duenak izana du", by Aitor Gorospe Lorenzo.

Izena duenak izana du

-by Aitor Gorospe Lorenzo-

And I ran as fast as I could, as I did so I was overcome with sadness at the impending loss of my father.

He showed me these places, these paths, these beech forests dotted with large rocks. Labyrinths of stones that end in arches with enormous green tapestries on their walls, covered with vegetation that ornament them and that when you cross them you enter another dimension full of magic, mystery and mythology, "ENTZIA".

Lamias, Gentiles, Galtzasgorris ..... I never saw them, although I always notice their presence.

And suddenly... There they were, just as my father described them.

When I returned home I approached the edge of his bed, he looked at me and whispered:

-You have seen them, haven't you? Respect them, love them and show them to your loved ones, they won't be able to see them yet. .... But they will.

A caress of his hand on my face was his way of saying goodbye.

Izena duenak, izana du (What has a name exists).