Hispaliterario 11 / El Misionero

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En un tiempo, ése de la conquista como nos lo ha contado la historia hechos que ni siquiera imaginamos que vivieron tantos personajes que fueron enviados a evangelizar sin saber que se encontrarían en una cultura totalmente opuesta a su realidad.

Fabián un joven español dedicado a difundir la religión católica en el pueblo donde fue enviado para poner en práctica sus aprendizajes de como llevar el conocimiento que adquirió acerca de Dios y cuáles son sus reglas para el mundo donde fue educado.

Este joven fue escogido para formar parte del grupo de misioneros que viajarían al llamado Nuevo Mundo, un viaje en barco y en las condiciones muy mínimas de comodidad. No sabía a que se enfrentaría, pensaba. En sus pensamientos decía que puede ser peor que este trato tan inhumano que estamos pasando. Nunca imaginé vivir esto. Para mis familiares es un orgullo pertenecer al grupo de misioneros que vamos a evangelizar pero a que precio.

Fueron muchos días, meses, perdió la cuenta, tormentas que atravesaron, falta de alimentos, maltratos por los dueños del barco en que viajaban. Al escuchar que se visualizaba tierra todos los misioneros miraron hacia donde indicaban los del barco.

Él pensaba tierra, llegaremos a tierra.

Al llegar a la playa no dejó de vislumbrarse con tanta belleza natural que en su vida había imaginado. Palmeras, arena, sol, vegetación hermosa. Estoy en un paraíso terrenal.

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Salió de ese sueño cuando lo empujaban y los dirigían a un lugar donde sólo había chozas, hombres con caras pintadas, muy poca ropas, mujeres con cuerpos desnudos, niños desnudos...todos los miraban al igual que los misioneros miraban a los llamados indios. Les ofrecieron de beber, el cacique les indicó donde se alojarían.

Fabián sentía que estaba perdido en un mundo que de donde viene ni se imaginan como es en realidad. ¿Cuánto tiempo estaremos por aquí?

Con el paso de los días comenzaron los trabajos de evangelización como podían hacían entender a los indios lo que vivieron a enseñar. Solo escuchaban, al rato se dispersaban , se iban a hacer sus labores diarias para la búsqueda de alimentos. Nada sencillo, comenzaron a probar cantidades de bebidas que Fabián decía sentirse muy raro, todo le daba vueltas y decía que se opondría a aceptarlas. Se mantuvo distante pero sus compañeros le decían que debía integrarse a las actividades de los indígenas para tener más aceptación...un día lo aceptó; en una celebración de esas tantas que realizaban para adorar a sus dioses .

Se integró, hizo los rituales a los que él se negaba, bailaba con las hermosas indígenas de piel oscura, lo tocaban, y se dejaba tocar ...entre bebidas y bebidas terminó perdido en ese mundo , dejó de usar el traje de misionero, casi no usaba ropas hasta terminó con una hermosa indígena .

Al llegar el tiempo de irse de la zona no recordaba quien era, se entregó tanto a esta forma de vida que sus amigos misioneros lo vieron como paso a paso iba perdiendo el objetivo de por qué estaban allí. No pudo con tanto cambio, se olvidó de dónde y a qué vino al Nuevo Mundo.

El grupo de Misioneros se alejó para volver a su Mundo. Fabián ni siquiera se despidió de ellos porque en realidad las bebidas que le proporcionaban a diario lo perdió entre tanta crudeza de la zona.

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In a time, that of the conquest as history has told us facts that we do not even imagine that lived so many characters who were sent to evangelise without knowing that they would find themselves in a culture totally opposed to their reality.

Fabian, a young Spaniard dedicated to spreading the Catholic religion in the village where he was sent to put into practice what he had learned about how to carry the knowledge he had acquired about God and what his rules were for the world where he was educated.

This young man was chosen to be part of the group of missionaries who would travel to the so-called New World, a journey by ship and in the most minimal conditions of comfort. He did not know what he would face, he thought. In his thoughts he said it could be worse than this inhumane treatment we are going through. I never imagined living through this. My family is proud to belong to the group of missionaries that we are going to evangelise, but at what cost.

There were many days, months, lost count, storms they went through, lack of food, mistreatment by the owners of the ship they were travelling on. When they heard that land was in sight, all the missionaries looked towards where the ship's owners were pointing.

He thought land, we will reach land.

When they arrived at the beach, he could not help but be amazed at the natural beauty he had never imagined in his life. Palm trees, sand, sun, beautiful vegetation. I am in a paradise on earth.

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He came out of that dream when they pushed him and led them to a place where there were only huts, men with painted faces, very few clothes, women with naked bodies, naked children...they all looked at them just as the missionaries looked at the so-called Indians. They offered them a drink, the cacique told them where they would be staying.

Fabian felt that he was lost in a world where he came from and could not imagine what it was really like. How long would we be here?

As the days went by, the work of evangelisation began and as best they could, they made the Indians understand what they had been teaching them. They just listened, then dispersed and went off to do their daily chores in search of food. Nothing simple, they began to taste quantities of drinks that Fabian said he felt very strange, everything made him feel strange and he said he would refuse to accept them. He kept his distance but his companions told him that he had to join in the activities of the indigenous people to gain more acceptance... one day he accepted it; at one of the many celebrations they held to worship their gods.

He was integrated, he did the rituals that he refused to do, he danced with the beautiful dark-skinned indigenous women, they touched him, and he let them touch him...between drinks and drinks he ended up lost in that world, he stopped wearing the missionary suit, he hardly wore any clothes until he ended up with a beautiful indigenous woman.

When the time came to leave the area he could not remember who he was, he gave himself so much to this way of life that his missionary friends saw how step by step he was losing the objective of why they were there. He could not cope with so much change, he forgot where and why he came to the New World.

The group of Missionaries moved away to return to his World. Fabian didn't even say goodbye to them because in reality the drinks they provided him with on a daily basis lost him amidst the harshness of the area.

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