Just as on cold winter afternoons, with snow and icicles, as on summer mornings, the stories of Captain Truenu helped us live in our land. They were notebooks filled in landscape format with adventure stories adapted from the scripts of the famous Víctor Mora. Around what we called “stories” there was a solidarity circuit: at the end of reading a story, we would exchange it for another one with friends so that we could get out of reading. In this lie we spent the days and months, thinking not what the heroes and villains of that one would do, the illusion. I remember that the three brothers at home used to mark the initial letters of those comics that were passed through the hands of all the new people in town.
The adventures of Captain Truenu were typical of medieval times, the protagonist of the stories and the hero where all the good things of the whole man took part, always in struggle against injustice and tyranny. His weapons were a sword in the right hand and a shield in the left, so that thanks to him he lost more, even though the dangers were great.
From Captain Truenus, I am a friend of Goliath, a friend with a strong will and with a lot of strength and with a body that is very strong in defending me as a xefe. Goliath left when he always had a hand in his right hand and with it he broke, if he was missed, the ties of the bad ones, which left the point of victory in every moment, but in those moments the heads always lost. Goliath had a nicer persona, a lot of brutality, but also a lot of wisdom to take care of him. Prestaba pol vivire velu y l.reade what he says in the viñetas by his grace and I am that positive.
The meanest of all was Crispín, a rapacious güerfanu. Her father, who was killed many years ago, was a friend of Captain Truenu, who from then on was always dedicated to protecting him so that he would learn what the path to becoming a hero was like. Crispin’s dream was to become a brave man as his tutor. In many of the stories we read to him, Crispín helped the aristocratic girls: they kissed them at the end of the adventure and then he was left starless.
But among all those characters, my favorite was Sigrid, who was very white and pretty. She was also a queen, the queen of Thule, an island discovered by Pytheas, a Marseille navigator in the 4th century BC. C. left the port of Marseille, the old colony that the Greeks of Phocaea occupied on the coast of what was now France.
