True Life Story of my Ancestor Aber, in Moorish Medieval Spain
The man ran at him, while he swept the street with a broom.
"Bastardo!" he shouted, " Get here! I want you!"
He looked up, the man wanted to fight, he ran at Aber, and cut, he pulled hte shirt off him, he pounded his chest, screaming;
"BLACK MAN!! BLACK MANNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!! The Negro wants to hit me!!"
He ran like a cat, quick as lightening, he ran into an apartment, and shocked a woman, the woman was Spanish Moors, he tumbled through the building and dived, he crashed into the floor. He whipped his head round, two women were on the floor, they sang: "OUT OUT!!"...he quickly leaped, through the balcony window, he landed on a apartment roof. He was crying, he slipped into the street, no-one appeared.
He ran through a wide alley, a girl came running through, he grabbed her, and cried; "I'm dying!" She gasped:
"You are. a good. man.. I help you...." She led him to a door, he flew around, hearing a pounding noise, he jumped, he fought the door, he ran back to the alley...she screamed, "You will die!!!!!!!!" He stumbled, he whispered; "You are good girl. I will die..." She touched his arm, and held him, as he collapsed on the floor..;
He said: "Go to hide..."
He fell back on the floor weeping..."Good. girl..."
He gasped as she held him....
footnote; i hope this is okay for them and isn't misunderstood, these are tales of my ancestors, which I'm discovering and putting down in this blog, i'm writing them through someone else's memories, it's not fictional, it just seems the story has been written countless times, this is the 12 th Century story of Grandad in Spain...
The man ran at him, while he swept the street with a broom.
"Bastardo!" he shouted, " Get here! I want you!"
He looked up, the man wanted to fight, he ran at Aber, and cut, he pulled hte shirt off him, he pounded his chest, screaming;
"BLACK MAN!! BLACK MANNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!! The Negro wants to hit me!!"
He ran like a cat, quick as lightening, he ran into an apartment, and shocked a woman, the woman was Spanish Moors, he tumbled through the building and dived, he crashed into the floor. He whipped his head round, two women were on the floor, they sang: "OUT OUT!!"...he quickly leaped, through the balcony window, he landed on a apartment roof. He was crying, he slipped into the street, no-one appeared.
He ran through a wide alley, a girl came running through, he grabbed her, and cried; "I'm dying!" She gasped:
"You are. a good. man.. I help you...." She led him to a door, he flew around, hearing a pounding noise, he jumped, he fought the door, he ran back to the alley...she screamed, "You will die!!!!!!!!" He stumbled, he whispered; "You are good girl. I will die..." She touched his arm, and held him, as he collapsed on the floor..;
He said: "Go to hide..."
He fell back on the floor weeping..."Good. girl..."
He gasped as she held him....
footnote; i hope this is okay for them and isn't misunderstood, these are tales of my ancestors, which I'm discovering and putting down in this blog, i'm writing them through someone else's memories, it's not fictional, it just seems the story has been written countless times, this is the 12 th Century story of Grandad in Spain...
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