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Anonymous 06/15/10(Tue)21:01 No.1366553  

I was born in the ancient end of the world, where the sea was inhabited by the most unknown beasts, where the precious gold and iron filled the soil. I was born in those lands where Plato thought about when he spoke about Atlantis. I'm from the land where the Celt-Iberians roamed fighting with their falcatas swords. Then the Romans came and called this land Hispania, just as the Phoenicians named the "land at the end of the world". We gave Rome two of their best Emperors, Trajanus and Adrianus. We assimilated very well their culture and sapiency. Some time after that a young civilization, Islam, invaded us and almost conquered us all, but we did two things: learn from them (in those times they were not stupid fundamentalists), mix with some of them and resist in the northern mountains. Under an irrational faith in God; visceral, passionate faith, not any rational system of thought, we united our lands and bet for an adventurer to find new lands. Adventure, risk, ambition. Columbus discovered what the Vikings did not care too much to explore and 25 years later, in an age when transport was simple horses, we had conquered a territory 35 times more extense than our own country. Meanwhile, our writers created one of the greatest collections of literature of the world. After that, corruption came. Two centuries after, already submerged in decadence, we were the first country to fight Napoleon and make him suffer in his ambition over Europe. In the beginning of the XXth century, even blatantly losing the war we faced the new global power: United States of America. They suffered some casualties after all. In the darkest hours, just before WWII, we put each personal ideology in the table and fought each other, being the very ones that feared to start the kindling of the world conflict that was to come sooner or later.