L'horru la xunta

Esti yera'l que llamaben nel mio pueblu l'horru la xunta. Yá nun esiste. Taba datáu en mas de doscientos cincuenta años. Esto sábese por dellos factores, el más interesante ye, ensin dulda, l'usu de componentes metálicos pa la so construcción. Esto ye, clavos, pletinas, goncios,... Nesti casu nun había nin un clavu na so construcción orixinal, y los que tenía yeren a cencielles pa colgar oxetos o notificaciones puestos polos sos dueños y usuarios a lo llargo de los años.

El casu ye que so esti horru axuntaben los vecinos p'aldericar los asuntos comunales del pueblu. Sextaferies, llindes, la escasez d'agua nes fontes,... En munches ocasiones, sinón na mayoría, estos parlamentos acababen nun marayu d'insultos y reñes, ensin que se llegara a alcuerdos. N'otres, sicasí, l'alcuerdu yera unánime. Una de les coses mas guapes, que yo recuerdo de bien neñu, yera la manera nel que se llamaba a xunta. L'alcalde pedáneo soplaba una caracola d'enormes dimensiones, a la manera puramente viquinga, que s'escuchada en tola aldega. D'esa manera los vecinos averar a esti rincón, cola cabeza caliente de conversaciones anteriores que tuvieren enantes en cualquier esquina sobre los asuntos a tratar. 

Colos años esta tradición democrática perdióse. La xunta dexó de celebrase. Un mal día de fai unos diez años, un camión de repartida, de los qu'alleguen a los pueblos alloñaos a vender pan, fruta, pexe y otros artículos de necesidá, dio cola so caxa n'unu de los pegollos y l'edificiu viénose embaxo. Esi día una tradición centenaria sumió. ¿Cuantes más van tener que faelo ?. 

Solo va quedanos l'alcordanza de los que vimos dalguna vegada la xunta y les próximes xeneraciones nunca van saber qu'esi montos d'escombru y carba dalguna vegada esistió l'Horru la Xunta.

This was the one in my town called the " l'horru la xunta" . It no longer exists . It was dated at more than two hundred fifty years. This is known by several factors, the most interesting is undoubtedly the use of metal components for its construction. That is, nails, plates , hinges, ... In this case there was not a nail in its original construction , and those who had were just to hang objects or notifications made ​​by owners and users over the years.
The fact is that under this granary neighbors met to discuss community affairs of the people. Settlement of roads , boundaries , water scarcity in the sources, ... In many cases , if not most , of these parliaments ended in a tangle of insults and quarrels , no agreements were reached . In others, however, the agreement was unanimous . One of the nicest things that I remember from a very early age , was the way in which it is called joint. The village headman was blowing a conch of enormous dimensions, the purely Viking , which is heard throughout the village . That way the neighbors were coming to this corner , hot head who had had previous conversations earlier in any corner of the business to be transacted .
Over the years this democratic tradition was lost. The board stopped being celebrated .
A bad day ten years ago , a delivery truck , for those who go to remote villages to sell bread, fruit , fish and other items of necessity, given with its box in one of the column and the building collapsed . That day an ancient tradition disappeared. How many more will have to do ? . We only have a memory of those who ever saw the board and the next generations will never know the amount of debris and scrub the " l'horru la xunta" ever existed .