Once upon a time … a long, long time ago…
History is wonderful and maniacal.
I like to visit historical sites,
and somehow sacred places.
Because here I can experience history.
I imagine how has been that life.
The Abbey Fontenay was built in the 11th century.
In the 13th century there lived hundreds of monks.
I don’t want to be a monk, I admit honestly.
But I wonder how many different fates are behind every man who has gone along this path before me.
What happened that he became a monk?
Was he a monk who was able to live with himself?
Or was he one of the terrible monks as from the book “The Name of the Rose” by Umberto Eco?
Were the monks sent by their parents because they were poor?
Or because too many children in one family could not go to school?
And how was life when he has to renounce everything, and maybe never wanted?
It never did voluntarily?
If he knew he has to give up the great love that he has something to eat?
Or he pondering over something never?
Took he his life as it came from? Without self-determination?
I can’t imagine to live such a life.
But it worked, I think.
It had to work.
Whether you liked it or not.
Once upon a time … a long, long time ago … and yet not so far away.
– once upon a time –
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