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order not to lose the habit of posting here is a story I wrote last year for the literature elective. With theme "your city of origin" (but ended up being "the source of your city", but ...)

Hope you enjoy!

Immigrant Diaries

September 1, 1851

Landing and on dry land, after many months at sea, is the most beautiful thing that has happened in recent times. We arrived at Valparaiso, the principal port of the Independent Republic of Chile and one of the most important of the New World. " We are on the threshold of a new life.

The sun shines here as ever I saw him shine in the distant and cold Germany, across the continent beyond the ocean. Here, the sky and clouds have a different color, and salt Pacific has an odor much more fragrant than the Atlantic spent. Everything here is wonderful, great. Or is it just the joy of returning to earth? Maybe fatigue, or the uncertainty of not knowing what life will be here.

The sound of birds has always fascinated me and now, listening to the seagulls singing above the sea, an achievement that, for a second, I forget my meters around the world.

- Caterina! - A distant voice is calling me a voice that I refuse to listen for the squawk of seagulls, Caterina Morgen, stop daydreaming and help with luggage Nebel-sensitive when under it, for posarla again on earth, I find myself faced with the severe eyes of Amelia , most of my sisters. Even she, with her angry face most recurrent, looks good here. Her long blonde hair reflecting the sun in a beautiful way and blue eyes have reached the purity of heaven.

-Wenn, "I say with a smile and run to help our most loyal servant. Today we leave for Santiago, the capital of the country to meet with Mr. Vicente Perez Rosales, who we discuss the details of the trip.

the way to the end I realized that mom still has a bad cough, perhaps, fails to arrive.

September 18, 1851

Today we begin the journey that will take you directly to the place we live the rest of our days. The place, where, if we are lucky, also inhabit our children and grandchildren and I hope, in more than one hundred years, is the most beautiful city in southern Chile.

As I assumed the day we arrived, Mom's very sick. Has severe tuberculosis. The doctor said it was better to stay in the city for better medical treatments and, therefore, we almost lost the chance to travel. Mr. Vincent (he asked us to call it that) is the one who convinced my father to let go, but it does not come with us. Mr. Vincent is always very friendly and jovial when it is between us and my dad promised we would look as if they were their own daughters. At the end of the day our father has accepted, and our lives will have some more adventure.

But today I started to fear for my middle sister, Isidora. She's just a bit older than me (I have 18) and I know that keeps a secret affair with Alphonse Liebe, enemy of our family today told me that when we have everything ready in the new colony, she will marry with him. It looks pretty excited about the idea, and do not blame her, it was always a hopeless romantic, but the Liebe never been characterized by his word.

Perhaps, after all, it would be good to stay.

Side note: Today Chile is the Birthday! That's why we decided to leave ...

October 31, 1851

The journey has been longer than we expected and we have already ventured into the hostile territory of the indigenous people of the place, Mapuche. Mr. Vincent Amelia has assured that we are sure that the military here and do your homework mantendrána us safe from the few remaining rebels loose. But the truth could not care less. I have other things in mind, I'm learning about the culture. Mapudungun even try to learn with the help of Nebel, that mixed with the Indians when they need food. But not only the fierce Mapuche are interesting in this place If only you, my dear diary, had eyes to see the scenery! Cry, I'm sure. None of this is has been seen before by a German, or the paintings of Caspar Friedrich can match these landscapes. It's beautiful. I go to feel good, like the day we arrived. And my concern Isidora, scolding or Amelia can take away the good spirits.

Although today was a story that I do clouded the sky higher than the pine: Mom died last week, was buried five days ago. The correspondence here is very slow, because the distances involved are enormous, it took us over a month to get here, with our coaches and luggage, we are lucky that the postman has been delayed only a week.

In my family we have a tradition of not saying goodbye, never. Even when a loved one dies, "we'll see," so as we say. So, "Mutter, sehen wir uns wieder "

Tomorrow is All Saints. All settlers who have come here pray for her, for the repose of his soul train.

November 18, 1851

Finally! Two months of arduous journey are the ones who have brought us to this little corner of the world you call home now. We stopped on the banks of the last lake, half the people with whom we came. Isidora stayed up there, along with Alphonse. Amelia has given his blessing on behalf of our father. I must admit I was a prejudiced when he speaks so deliberately without knowing it, dear diary, it is not at all like family. In fact, came to this country with hopes to erase his bad reputation. I wish you, my sister and Alphonse Liebe, all her happiness that this fertile land has to give.

The place we chose to stay is near the sea. Just in front of us lies a beautiful island and the distance you can see some more. Nebel, the expert in Mapudungun, is who has spoken with the local Indians (non-Mapuche, but understand the language) and asked them as is called the land they occupy. These Indians, much less warlike than their neighbors Arauca, have responded to calls Melipulli, meaning four hills. A precise name.

After lunch, a man, Carlos Anwandter gave on behalf of us all, a beautiful speech to Don Vincent, who represented the State of Chile. I've taken the liberty to borrow the document and write a paragraph here:

"We will be honest and laborious Chileans as the most in any event, we will defend our adopted country joining the ranks of our new countrymen, against oppression decisióny foreign and the firmness of the man who defends his country, his family and their interests. Never have we taken the country by children, reason to repent of their actions illustrated, humane and generous ... "

Beautiful speech. The leaves of this day I make fewer now, when I write more about where we've come. But before you're done, and maybe go months without writing, let me tell you one last anecdote.

Today, when dusk here in "Melipulli" have approached me and I've Vicente questioned on whether to retain the name the Indians gave the place.

"It's a nice name," he said staring at the horizon where the sun was hiding "But ... you see, Caterina, I give a gift to our president. I want this city bears his name.

- Manuel Montt City? - You ponder, which he caused a bit of laughter. Apparently my disapproval was too strong.
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"I do not that. Maybe, just Montt? Who knows. There is still much to do, wait two years Masy talk about this-it was I who laughed this time. When I turned to see Mr. Vincent, that he was leaving.

"I have a better idea .- I said giving him one of my best smiles, which is called Puerto Montt.

"I like," he said, looking after the layer of smoke from his pipe always on "I'll think. But I really like .- smiled while walking at a slow pace towards the place where we slept.

still do not know what name will this city we are building but we do know is that it will be a gem in southern Chile.

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FORCE CHILE! Hetalia


was too long without posting anything and now there is so much to talk about.

Chile, my beautiful and beloved country has fallen into disgrace, and a miracle or divine help, who knows, my area was not affected in the slightest ( or at least my town). Appreciative of that fact, I can only help ...

few days ago I bought things to send to the victims, but I feel it is not enough. Page help_chile gives me the opportunity to help with my art and I think I'll take the initiative when I have enough inspiration to do so.

In my family no one has been injured, everyone I know are healthy and most importantly, they are alive. See how other people look through the rubble the remains of those who were once their most beloved people is heartbreaking, and yet those same people, who have been in the street, all alone, dare to smile, to give face and show the destination that can cope with a little help from us, may go back to the desired stability, both economic and moral.

realizing Today I see the streets decorated with flags at half-staff who watch over our dead compatriots, that Chile has an unbelievable toughness, probably more than we inherited from our ancestors Araucanian-and, no doubt , will move forward and we will stand proud as ever, showing the world how great we are.

I would like to thank all our colleagues, both American and Europeans and Americans, for sending help, wanting contribute a bit to build this beautiful country today, passing a difficult time. Thank you very much ...

Finally there is nothing more to say than FORCE CHILE, kermes love you and look good with all my heart. Because we know that when you Levater of this, know sweetest joys and sorrows less bitter, that you were able to overcome a problem than any other, it was sent to the grave. ..

FUER C ZA HILE !