And I will look for you ... on Easter Island!
It has been an arduous choice, but we have already won the contest of Easter Island: an extraordinary trip for two people from Madrid to Hanga Roa, capital and only town of Easter Island, with the company LAN Airlines, and four nights in the Explora Hotel, Mike Rapu's Inn, located in an idyllic oceanfront setting. Drum roll, please!
We already have a contest winner Easter Island. The winner is Angela Portillo Garcia, from Seville, who has sent us a very original video about his theory about Easter Island. Congratulations to the winner and her companion!
In addition to Angela's response, we have also liked other stories that you sent us, which deserve all the recognition despite not having won the material prize. It is the case of Ana Montserrat Hijano, from Cádiz, on Music, with a capital letter:
“The Rapanui knew a secret. They got up at dawn and smiled when they woke up. While they worked with energy, while fishing and harvesting, they laughed. When meeting when the sun was high, to eat, or around the fires at dusk, while they crossed the eyes, that smiling spark did not stop shining in its corners, it is ready to be unleashed. Because the Rapanui knew The Music. Not that of the instruments but that of the earth and the stars. That of the volcanoes and the tides.
This accompanied them, rocked them ... and made them feel part of Beauty. And to be able to hear it better they built the Moaïs. They were great speakers, who took them to music anywhere and sent it when they left for other islands.
But, one day, the Rapanui, without knowing how or why, stopped hearing The Music. And seized by that sadness, which disconnected them from the universe, they stopped building the Moaïs. ”
Music, with capital letters, of the Moaïs © Cristóbal Prado
Or Esther Altamirano's:
"The most beloved, the most admired, the most feared. It can be said that the inhabitants of Rapanui were basically ... happy. They worked their lands, looked after their families and respected the gods. Nothing disturbed their peace. Nothing removed them from his calmness Of all the families, one was the most beloved, the most admired, the most feared, the most beloved for his surrender to others, the most admired, for his wisdom, transmitted from generation to generation and, the most feared , because according to the legend, all its members, including children, had such great powers that they could destroy the island with a sigh. Of course, this was just a legend that the family never denied.
This halo of mystery increased by a fact that, although it could now be scientifically deciphered, at that time it involved family members in a magical mantle: everyone was completely blind, his eyes, although with an infinite light, to the touch they seemed of hard rock. And so, between songs, laughs and magic, life was happening. Until one day something began to happen. They could not explain it, but all the inhabitants sensed the worst, the end was near. Perhaps the gods had been angry, envious of such happiness.
The fields began to dry, the crops did not grow, the animals gave birth to deformed offspring that barely lived a few hours. Strong earthquakes and storms hit the island on all four sides, as if it had become the center of all the world's natural disasters. The rapanuis were very clear about what to do, they had to flee as fast as they could. But there was a problem, the family of wise men, the most beloved, the most admired, the most feared. Their disability would prevent them from fleeing with others, they would be a burden, there were many and mostly elderly. They knew it, even before they thought about running away, they knew that their destiny was to stay on the island alone, forever.
Thus, with a broken heart, the inhabitants of Rapanui left the island, leaving their memories, their lives and the family of wise men, with the promise to return for them as soon as they found another place to live and be again happy But they never returned. The inhabitants of Rapanui never found a place as special as their island to rebuild their town, and little by little, they forgot their promise. The old family of wise men, the most beloved, the most admired, the most feared, was falling into oblivion. And the legend tells, that lThe gods pity them and their unhappiness, they promised immortality, until their neighbors looked for them again. And so, little by little, everyone were turned into stone figures, rock statues that, even without eyes, seek beyond the horizon the return of their loved ones. "
Explore Rapa Nui © Cristóbal Prado
We also liked the response of María Rosario Lapeyra:
"My name is Charo L. Ahedo. Some will become familiar. In all families there are stories that pass from parents to children until they become indisputable historical facts. In my house the feat comes from afar. When Felipe G. Ahedo landed in Rapa Nui in 1770, he knew that he had found one of the greatest unfinished mysteries: the moái. What he believed was the end of the world, turned out to be a sacred land where he was trapped forever.
In his writings he said that one starry night the "long ears" felt the enemy approach and terrified forced the "short ears" to carve the greatest warriors that the imagination could reach. The stone giants looked at the sky entrusting themselves to the gods and, with their favor, no enemy ship dared to challenge warrior sizes. But the divine favor was priced too high. As punishment for subjecting the "short ears" the gods expelled the inhabitants of the island and forced them to roam the vast ocean for decades.
Some say they settled on a Polynesian island, but locals still say that on starry nights you can see the aboriginal ships bordering the coast. Since then the legend tells that everyone who comes to Easter Island gets caught in it in an attempt by the gods to repopulate it. We will never know what part this story really has, what I assure you is that the family never heard from Felipe G. Ahedo. "
Thank you all for participating and for allowing us to enjoy the answers.