A Village Terrorised
Time went by, Dad had been and went, the house was almost liveable.
Dad had not been overly impressed by our new home, but he loved the village and the local people even with the communication barrier, made us all feel welcome.
The house directly in front of our new home was being renovated, as they took the old roof of our home became full of dust, dust that got into everything and was impossible to remove. It sat heavy on my chest giving the most hellish cough, nothing could be done apart from live with it.
The girls were enjoying school apart from one aspect, the two other English kids. These children were from a troubled background and it showed in their behaviour. They had tried to create an English Spanish divide in the little school but my girls didn’t want to know. When they wouldn’t comply things took a nasty turn.
I had to communicate with the school somehow, so spent hours with the English to Spanish dictionary writing a letter explaining the situation and asking if where possible my kids could be kept away from them. I understood that it was impossible to keep them away at break times but if I could at least make the school aware they could move them in the classroom.
Things went from bad to worse, when I was called into school because Loreena had been cornered in the toilet and now had a black eye. The English girl was responsible and the school would deal with it.
The problems with these two children were escalating in the village with them running riot and even torturing and murdering cats.
It was a far cry from what I had hoped Spanish life would be like. The whole community was up in arms and before long the authorities were involved. It wasn’t long before the family left our village and returned to the UK.
Bringing a new sense of peace to the village.
It is my hope that the family got all the help they needed in the Uk to turn their lives around and become the people I know that could have been.
To see children struggle in such a way is so horrible.
