The first light of day came into the room and, at the same time, the most beautiful child that the human eye has seen was born. Her mother was the Queen of Lemnos, the woman that all men shivered with the sound of her name. It was said that even Zeus lowered his gaze in front of her. The famous Myrina, the leader of three thousand Amazons. The father of the child was said to be the distant King Thoas, but there were rumors in and out of the island. At every point of the earth, rumors about Hephaestus’ descendant were not few. Besides, there was nothing to refute them.
Even goddess Aphrodite was jealous when she heard about the beauty of Hypsipyle. The very next day she visited Lemnos. With black darkness covering her, she approached the little princess’s crib. She looked inside and saw two green eyes staring at her, as if waiting for her. Goddess Demeter had generously offered her the color of the vast plains of Lemnos for her small shining eyes. She had separated with her own hands the best cotton wool on the island to make her white skin. For days, until sunset, she waited patiently exactly where the sand embraced the sea, choosing the best ginger rays to knit the hair of Princess Hypsipyle.
The most beautiful goddess of all took a step back, obviously troubled; she had seen those eyes with the vivid look before. Thousands of years had passed from that time, she thought everything was over, but she was wrong. Aphrodite disappeared for the next few years. Her father was looking for her, no one understood why an almighty goddess was hiding from everyone. If they had understood, they would run to hide with her.
Hypsipyle was growing up on a cursed island, that’s how passers-by called it. The smell of burned leather made you dizzy. It flowed from the inside of women. Few of them got rid of it.
She is seven years old and has yet to say a word. The locals said that beautiful Hypsipyle was the curse that ruined the island. But who would dare to do harm to the daughter of Queen Myrina?
They were all angry, captured in hatred, the darkest feeling that the pure people of Lemnos had never experienced before. Hatred against a small creature that they did not know how to handle. This pure people had the idea of killing first the mother and then the child, which, without shame, they called the deaf monster. But was the child to blame, when her mother had sacrificed her speech? She had donated the child’s voice to Hera, in order to make the medicine that would slowly eradicate the sickness inside the bodies of women, who had been suffering for thirty years.
Hephaestus, seeing the wrath of the people and his helpless child in the middle, couldn’t help but getting involved. The last dragon was a fact. Hypsipyle had acquired a pair of golden-green feathers rooted among the bones of her back and a fiery breath holding away anyone who wanted to harm her. Now she was a dragon; a dragon does not only have fire within, it is fire!
The most precious good people could have. But again no one appreciated it. The wisest of all agreed that the last dragon must die. Now hatred became fear. And no one disagreed, with Myrina ruling the army that would kill her child and shouting encouraging slogans about how the monster that existed on her island must die. But without fire, how would civilization be born? How would they keep away the cold and make tools? How would they stay alive without fire? Nobody wondered. They burst into the battle with spears and stones.
Hypsipyle believed they would now understand how useful she could be. She was flying over the golden shores, from yellow fields full of wheat or white fields with pure cotton. The bees flew next to her ear and muttered their song. She gracefully landed to the biggest village, looking closely around her. The inhabitants seemed all but happy, with their arms in their hands.
She tried to run close to her mother, but two men kept her tight from the wrists. She tried to fly, but in the place of her beautiful wings there were now two deep wounds that did not seem to be healing. But that did not hurt as much as the gaze of hatred of her mother, when she slowly sank the spear into her lungs. The end of the dragon meant the end of the island of fire….
The gods saw this massacre by the furious people and, knowing what would follow, they chose to leave for a nearby planet that the disaster could not reach. They got away.
It was the story of a species that would make our world better but people stopped it from doing so. It does not differ much from the other forty animal species that have experienced the same pain in the last half century. We are not gods; we cannot leave at any time. So let’s protect our Hypsipyle, no matter what that may be…
Asociación Trashumancia y Naturaleza collaborated with the city council of Madrid to organise the annual Fiesta de la Trashumancia Madrid 2019 (Transhumance Festival)—which saw 1800 sheep and 200 goats pass through the centre of Spain’s capital city. The event, now in its 26th year, was successful in creating awareness on the importance of maintaining this ancestral practice of which Spain is a global example and that is a very valuable tool in the fight against climate change and rural depopulation, among other benefits.
In September last year, we set out to observe and learn about migratory birds and their flight paths. Joined by local and international bird experts, we worked alongside the Hima Hammana community to observe the birds that flew overhead, while learning from the experts about bird monitoring processes.
Mobile pastoralism is a major traditional cultural practice in the Mediterranean and a unique example of the constant interaction between humans and nature. Being entirely different in essence to intensive livestock production systems, this practice offers the most sustainable way to make the most of the Mediterranean’s rangelands.
The intangible heritage of our communities and societies contributes a great deal to our culture and identity. The melipasto or melichloro cheese has been an important element of the economy of the island, its gastronomic heritage and the cultural identity of the locals.
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