En clase de inglés están haciendo una redacciones estupendas como la de Silvia Martín Muñoz de 4º A ESO:
It was a trip I’ll never forget, I had been
invited to spend some days in a little village called The Golden Dragon Reign
in the Himalayas. When I arrived, I was charmly welcome by my
friend Rose and her family. They were wearing the traditional costume: a
leather waistcoat and colorful long skirts (even the boys).
I was really hungry; the flight had lasted
almost eight hours. We had dinner: some meat with red sauce and rice. But when
I tried it, it was as if I had eaten the Sun! They gave me some bread (I saw
they were trying not to laugh) but I didn’t try more.
The next morning the smallest girl, called
Katie, guided me to a very tall mountain. As we were walking up, the
temperature got lower: I started to fear
for my poor feet and hands, which I fairly could move. Soon I felt exhausted: I
couldn’t breathe due to the lack of oxygen. It didn’t help watching the little
girl smiling calmly while she was climbing with agility.
Thus, we kept climbing until we reached the
top of the mountain. I first sat and took a deep breath: I wanted to close my
eyes, lie down and sleep for hours without interruption. But I opened my eyes
and stepped into the wonderful view I could have ever expected. I’ll try to
describe it, though maybe these words won’t make it justice: Gigantic
white-bluish mountains rose up in the opened air, much taller than the one we
had climbed (indeed, the mountain we were now resting on seemed now little more
than a small hill compared to them). Black figures flew very high in the sky,
disappeared and reappeared again, like dancing. Everything was blue and white.
-Beautiful,
isn’t it? - said Katie.
I nodded, unable to say anything at the
moment. She noticed I had been looking to the birds that were playing in a near
mountain and she whistled loudly.
Three birds came rapidly towards us.
Frightened, I tried to go backwards, tripped and fell to the floor. But Katie raised
her arms and one big snowy bird perched on her arm. She gave it something she
took from her coat pocket.
-She
is mine- said Katie proudly. Dad had trained them, and he had allowed me to
help him. Do you want to try?
Wet and a bit afraid, I approached her
slowly. I hesitated: those sharp talons seemed quite painful.
Katie got out
some leather squares, of the same material as her jacket, and I understood. I
nodded again.
The birds gazed
at her curiously while she was helping me to wear those leather things in my
arms. It was stiff and a bit uncomfortable. I raised my arms just as Katie had
done before.
Her white bird
flew immediately to my right arm: after a few seconds the other three moved
too. Finally I had two in each arm. Though I couldn’t see myself, I think I
looked as pretty as a good version of a scarecrow.
Then the girl
made another whistle and I felt a very painful pressure in the arms. When I
looked to see what was happening, I had been lifted ten meters above the
floor! I’m not very proud of the terror
scream that followed. However, the birds didn’t fly higher and I could
appreciate the magical landscape, the fresh air, the quietness.
I don’t know
for how long I stood there, suspended in the air; maybe hours, maybe few seconds,
but when the bird left me on the ground, the only thing I wanted to do was a to
be up again and never get down again. Not everyone can say they have flown!
