They came from different walks of life, different castes, even different ethnicities.
In the beginning they had nothing in common, carried on the wave of migration, prompted by warriors fallen out of mind and time.
Flotsam and jetsam on the stream of history, carried and caught in a small cauldron of a country.
United by a moral code, that grew into (or out of?) religion.
The diverse community knit and wound ever closer by the notion that all they could rely on were each other.
Respect - grudging at first, but warmer with each generation.
Erekaria, their homeland, mothered her people.
MOC pěkný. Oba palce nahoru.
Elluška
MOC pěkný. Oba palce nahoru. A krásný jazyk, ta aliterace na c, to je jak Tolkien. A tohle napíšeš poté, co sis řekla, že to nepotřebuješ mít dokonalý? ;))
Díky! Ani nevíš, jak mě to
Blanca
Díky! Ani nevíš, jak mě to těší. Ta aliterace se mi tam povedla skoro náhodou, teda. A ano, na můj mozek zjevně 'jebať na to' funguje jako pokyn k vytáhnutí všech stopek :D