Diari; dia 2

EDMUND’S JOURNEY PROJECT
20 de Gener del 1066
Avui he anat a la catedral de Cantebury i he vist un tapís meravellós. Era molt gran, més gran que la meva habitació.
Quan he entrat, m’he sorprès. L’he mirat i estava content però enfadat a la vegada. Content perquè es un tapis mol bonic, però enfadat perquè per culpa d’aquesta batalla ho vam perdre tot. Tenia ganes de trencar alguna cosa.
Al cap d’uns deu minuts de mira’l molt atentament, vaig fer mitja volta i me’n vaig anar cap a casa.

My name is Edmund

“ My name is Edmund but people call me Edmund of Norwich. Today, at the hour of my death and penniless, I am writing these words as my only legacy after having lived for a long time. I have seen how my friends, enemies and relatives have died. God has tormented me for living such a long life. I was born in Norwich in the year of Our Lord MLXVI. It is said that the day I was born a bright light crossed the sky. My parents thought this was a sign that something bad was about to happen. But it was not only me who suffered from a disaster; my own country suffered too. It was invaded by Norman people. One day in October a battle took place near Hastings. William, Duke of Normandy from France fought against his cousin Harold, king of England. The battle lasted from nine in the morning to late afternoon when King Harold was killed by an arrow in his eye and a sword from a Norman soldier. After that William marched to London where he was crowned new king of England. Years later I saw a very long, heavy precious tapestry with some of these events in it.