Pupil's way
I was again looking for an expression for my article's title. The blog is taking a literary sense and its use is to retranscribe the experience, the emotions. As it's taking a systematic value, even if I chose not to write it in a full moon's day.
Youth is so pressed.
The title is significant for various reasons. Of course it makes me think about the way of Santiago of Compostela, which was revealed to my eyes this last week-end, two weeks after Pope's visit. To come to Santiago, Benoît XVI did not chosen the way but the plane. The youth's privilege compared to advanced age won't just be to take time to go from a point A to a point B, without being forced to respect intermediate steps ? In Andaina's College, it's probably the case. In the Physical Education classroom as in French classroom, our dears blonde heads (yes, in Spain, there are blonde heads) take great delight to sustain the lessons.
Instead of high jump, the jetting of glue sticks and shoes in classroom became the popular sport. Of course, the reception on the companion's face in front of himself brigs an incalculable number of points, even more it's about a small piece. These young people are so generous that the cleaning ladies, exhausted by the neverending college's corridor, could make money picking the fruits of a lesson's day. Even more that the growing of glue sticks, paper's plane, brackets and pens is so quick that tons are collected each day. It's a shame that these products don't have ABC's label. In the gymnasium, the harvest of the jackets and vests is daily realized by teachers of the college, who don't have time to take the pupil's way.
To look for this way, like a ant.
So saturday evening, I have cheated, I have not taken the pupil's way to go to Santiago. It's a train's way, which looks like a teenager's way compared to the long straight line of the motorway. We hear by this that the Renfe exploits a line which snakes between galician mountains and valleys, to arrive in a full country, in a city where the famous cathedral radiates. I had just seen the arrows which go up to the sky going to Pontevedra. This time, I wanted to meet it. Before, I have to dispose of the galician's checkerboard, which consists to consider himself as an ant in the heart of a waffle. Like in A Coruña, Ferrol and Pontevedra, it would be easy lost himself in these perpendicular streets. This time, the town is lost in the middle of the grounds, the ocean does not permit locate himself naturally. That's explain why I succeeded to come back to the start point thanks to my legendary orientation sense... in the train station. After two months, my french language is a few reached by spanish language. And there, a spiritual light in this cult's place, I decided to climb the highest point possible, because if an impressive religious building was there, it would be at the highest point, dominating the world, near the Monte Pedroso, also so natural.
Entering in the historic neighborhood, the ambiance is moving suddenly. the heart is warming up, the student's city is pointing his nose, still under the rain. The pubs are open, with original signs worthy of Pérouges. Finally, I arrive in a shared student house, where I meet all regions and nationalities, from Champagne to Catalonia, from Argentina to Switzerland, from Peru to Russia, around a mulled wine. The cold, the cathedral, the mulled wine ; I meet again an ambiance from Strasbourg. Walk in the heart of Santiago, it's dispose the pupil's way because the world is small there. To go to Santiago, it's probably take it. So on Sunday, all is open. The sun, intimidated from days, is pointing his noise and grants me a afternoon of respite. The sky is not clear, it's just crossed by powerful rays. There are enough to light the Praza do Obradoiro (Workshop's Place), where the majestic cathedral is throning. Grey and green colours have entered his facade, sign of the time which is going on. In, it's a maze, very more complicated than in Strasbourg. Just one camera seems to be there, maybe filming the tomb of Santiago, which attracted so many greeds. The pilgrims I have met are also full of light, probably inside and there are still thursty of projects. They were coming from Nantes or the departement of Aveyron, walking. There were other cyclists, with backs charged. I have talked to them about the European Voluntary Service but they wished preserve the secret of their way, which belongs to themselves. During a long time I wondered myself about the interest to reach Santiago by the pupil's way, the Camiño, high place of hiking in Europe. I don't know what to find at the end : peace inside myself, faith, answer to the existential questions ? Will I discover all of this in 2012, at the end of the way, year of apocalypse ?
Why Santiago ?
What represents finally Santiago for whose don't place their faith in one God ? I have yet walked thousands of kilometers with the goal to open a new chapter with each kilometer done, and finally come back to the start point, to close the book. Santiago, it's a neverending trip. I have gone there to go to Pontevedra, I stopped myself there. The urban parks, which are escaping to the nature, are mysterious. Its historic neighborhood is discovered step by step, filld with legends. The ocean is not visible, it's maybe a ghost, hidden in the basement. The town lets me an mysterious impression. It's seem to be a lizard, inspires sometimes luxury, the trade to excess, the exhaustiveness... is secretly living on night, under the rain. I liked but I did not let my heart there. Nevertheless, I will come back to Santiago.
Today, it's was Carballo's turn to screen, as a new step of my pupil's way, the EVS. Not for the visit. Because Carballo has got all of a residential town, where buildings and countries are neighbours. Or an inner visit, of an Instituto (institute which receives the same number of future bachelors and future technicians). With Alice, we have presented our project and the reasons which made us come to Spain. It was the opportunity, always pleasant, to express myself in Spanish. We met young people and a few less young people, being representative (we have 18 and 28 years old). That's mean at the age when we begin and let the University's way.
To end this article, I propose to you a poem about the pilgrimage's subject in Santiago :
Instead of high jump, the jetting of glue sticks and shoes in classroom became the popular sport. Of course, the reception on the companion's face in front of himself brigs an incalculable number of points, even more it's about a small piece. These young people are so generous that the cleaning ladies, exhausted by the neverending college's corridor, could make money picking the fruits of a lesson's day. Even more that the growing of glue sticks, paper's plane, brackets and pens is so quick that tons are collected each day. It's a shame that these products don't have ABC's label. In the gymnasium, the harvest of the jackets and vests is daily realized by teachers of the college, who don't have time to take the pupil's way.
To look for this way, like a ant.
So saturday evening, I have cheated, I have not taken the pupil's way to go to Santiago. It's a train's way, which looks like a teenager's way compared to the long straight line of the motorway. We hear by this that the Renfe exploits a line which snakes between galician mountains and valleys, to arrive in a full country, in a city where the famous cathedral radiates. I had just seen the arrows which go up to the sky going to Pontevedra. This time, I wanted to meet it. Before, I have to dispose of the galician's checkerboard, which consists to consider himself as an ant in the heart of a waffle. Like in A Coruña, Ferrol and Pontevedra, it would be easy lost himself in these perpendicular streets. This time, the town is lost in the middle of the grounds, the ocean does not permit locate himself naturally. That's explain why I succeeded to come back to the start point thanks to my legendary orientation sense... in the train station. After two months, my french language is a few reached by spanish language. And there, a spiritual light in this cult's place, I decided to climb the highest point possible, because if an impressive religious building was there, it would be at the highest point, dominating the world, near the Monte Pedroso, also so natural.
Entering in the historic neighborhood, the ambiance is moving suddenly. the heart is warming up, the student's city is pointing his nose, still under the rain. The pubs are open, with original signs worthy of Pérouges. Finally, I arrive in a shared student house, where I meet all regions and nationalities, from Champagne to Catalonia, from Argentina to Switzerland, from Peru to Russia, around a mulled wine. The cold, the cathedral, the mulled wine ; I meet again an ambiance from Strasbourg. Walk in the heart of Santiago, it's dispose the pupil's way because the world is small there. To go to Santiago, it's probably take it. So on Sunday, all is open. The sun, intimidated from days, is pointing his noise and grants me a afternoon of respite. The sky is not clear, it's just crossed by powerful rays. There are enough to light the Praza do Obradoiro (Workshop's Place), where the majestic cathedral is throning. Grey and green colours have entered his facade, sign of the time which is going on. In, it's a maze, very more complicated than in Strasbourg. Just one camera seems to be there, maybe filming the tomb of Santiago, which attracted so many greeds. The pilgrims I have met are also full of light, probably inside and there are still thursty of projects. They were coming from Nantes or the departement of Aveyron, walking. There were other cyclists, with backs charged. I have talked to them about the European Voluntary Service but they wished preserve the secret of their way, which belongs to themselves. During a long time I wondered myself about the interest to reach Santiago by the pupil's way, the Camiño, high place of hiking in Europe. I don't know what to find at the end : peace inside myself, faith, answer to the existential questions ? Will I discover all of this in 2012, at the end of the way, year of apocalypse ?
Why Santiago ?
What represents finally Santiago for whose don't place their faith in one God ? I have yet walked thousands of kilometers with the goal to open a new chapter with each kilometer done, and finally come back to the start point, to close the book. Santiago, it's a neverending trip. I have gone there to go to Pontevedra, I stopped myself there. The urban parks, which are escaping to the nature, are mysterious. Its historic neighborhood is discovered step by step, filld with legends. The ocean is not visible, it's maybe a ghost, hidden in the basement. The town lets me an mysterious impression. It's seem to be a lizard, inspires sometimes luxury, the trade to excess, the exhaustiveness... is secretly living on night, under the rain. I liked but I did not let my heart there. Nevertheless, I will come back to Santiago.
Today, it's was Carballo's turn to screen, as a new step of my pupil's way, the EVS. Not for the visit. Because Carballo has got all of a residential town, where buildings and countries are neighbours. Or an inner visit, of an Instituto (institute which receives the same number of future bachelors and future technicians). With Alice, we have presented our project and the reasons which made us come to Spain. It was the opportunity, always pleasant, to express myself in Spanish. We met young people and a few less young people, being representative (we have 18 and 28 years old). That's mean at the age when we begin and let the University's way.
To end this article, I propose to you a poem about the pilgrimage's subject in Santiago :
Compostela's Pilgrim
When the sun is rising, he goes, the pilgrim
Charged by his things, the bumblebee has got the hand.
He knows that he will need days and days,
Before arrive at the end of the way !
Whether it is by horse, by feet or by bicycle,
It's long the way which leaves to Santiago !
Well armed by the courage, he goes, the pilgrim,
Braving the elements, the dangers of the way,
No fearing the rain, neither the warming sun,
Supported by the faith, the energy of the believer.
Whether it is by horse, by feet or by bicycle,
It's hard the way which leaves to Santiago !
On his road, walking, he's looking for the pilgrim,
Beautiful cathedrals, roman ruins,
Valleys, mesetas and desertic sierras,
Nests on bell towers and old pueblos.
Whether it is by horse, by feet or by bicycle,
It's beautiful the way which leaves to Santiago !
Walking, lonely, he prays, the pilgrim,
Thinking about his past, his life, his destiny.
During long hours, he can, at leasure,
Meditate on his fate, think about the future.
Whether it is by horse, by feet or by bicycle,
It's rewarding to go to Santiago !
In the cottage, he's next to the other pilgrims,
All of them have met their feet on the same way,,
From all conditions, from all continents,
All united by the faith, the same feelings.
Whether it is by horse, by feet or by bicycle,
It's enriching to go to Santiago !
When, finally, all exhausted, he can, the pilgrim,
Approach, on his knees, the Sant's relics,
Say his prays, and offer his heart to him,
He's very near of the sky, submerged by happiness.
Whether we go by horse, by feet or biclycling,
Blessed is the way which leaves to Santiago !
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