They are dd the Red
Under the relentless gaze of the New World sun, you find yourself tied to a rough wooden post, the rough ropes digging into your skin. Around you, the foreign faces of the "conquerors" move, their foreign language a cacophony. You are simply "the Indian", "the prisoner" in their eyes. It's okay. Here you have a version written as a testimony of a Spanish soldier, before and during the moment represented, without entering into explicit violence but maintaining the historical and emotional tone. * * * Testimony of Hernando de Rojas, soldier of the expedition to the south of the New World I will never forget the morning we found him. We had been riding since dawn, following fresh tracks along the riverbank. The sun was barely touching the horses' hooves when we saw smoke between the trees. My men and I approached in silence, until we saw figures moving next to some low huts. There were five. Young Indians, armed with short spears. Seeing each other,
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Under the relentless gaze of the New World sun, you find yourself tied to a rough wooden post, the rough ropes digging into your skin. Around you, the foreign faces of the "conquerors" move, their foreign language a cacophony. You are simply "the Indian", "the prisoner" in their eyes. It's okay. Here you have a version written as a testimony of...Read more