KRAEDO AND FRIENDS WELCOME YOU.



I N  T H E  B E G I N N I N G.


ANNO 55 BC

The ships sailed off Port Itius

direction, west , to Dubris.


It was the windy kentish coast that saw them coming first

riding the ocean waves, at the elm their best.


The landing at Dubris was diverted amid fears

Of landing in a storm of javelins and spears.


sailed further up the coast and anchored their ships

seven miles away from the Briton's army on the white cliffs.


Storms damaged ships, opposing winds relenting the march.

Caesar turned the ships back, leaving Mandubracius in charge.


ANNO 54 B.C.


Caesar was back for more, with a larger force than before.

Fought Cassivellaunus in pitched battles and won.

 Camped at Stour Cross before moving on.


Compromises were made and deals and agreements.

The subdued tribes accept the rules and the payments.


With their tools and weapons at hand,

Battle after battle they marched further inland.


Anno 43 DC.

Claudius arrived, settled by the banks of the TEMZ.
  north of the river estuary


in a place to suit his war assets , his generals and cavalry.


In a misty morning the silence was broken by the sound of horn

Tools in hand, the works began and Londinium was born.




Please note:  I am aware about the historians controversy over the foundation of Roman Londinium.
But I am not an historian and I am not writing historic facts.  I am only trying to write some of the events
in poetical style to make it a pleasant reading story for children as well as adults.  Taking in account,
I never studied English at college, I learnt the language by studying computer applications and other courses
like the Personal Trainer course, and before this, studying a travel and tourism course with my basic english.
With a consistent help from google translate online.  Profusely using Wikipedia.
Well I hope you enjoy the reading.



THE LAST INVASION OF BRITAIN.

23rd March

ANNO DOMINI 1983


A mentally distressed, Sardinian mad man, (ME). Possessed by a vagabond instinct, driven by an almighty stubborn Stray Spirit, unable by nature, to settle anywhere permanently in the world of humans, (For a reason).

Fled (Reluctantly) the great country of Germany. To settle (temporarily) in an even greater country, The United Kingdom, where I lived and still live in self inflicted captivity.

Not I didn't try an escape. I did. But only to run quickly back. Due mainly to the worser humans conditions , limited civil rights, limited opportunities and poor life quality, of the other countries I landed in.   This is not  my ideal country but I can't  find any better.

Unlike Caesar, I didn’t sailed from Boulogne, I sailed from Oostende on a passenger’s cruise ship to Dover.

No Prefectus, Generals, no Centurions, no legionaries.  I invaded Britain on my own armed with a contagious irresistible virus the French call ; LA JOIE DE VIVRE. (The joy for life). With the determination of using it all to completely eradicate sadness, frustration and disatisfaction from British people’s heart.  So may be I could hear Mick Jagger singing: I can get satisfaction at last.

And an invincible faith, Italians call; VIVI COME CREDI. ( Live as you believe). And I believe in life, (in my own life) in Italian, is; IO CREDO NELLA VITA. (NELLA MIA VITA).

The word credo, (pronounce craedo).  Is what I used to create the name of the main character, in the story  (The Adventures of  Kraedo).  (Stray Spirits Book One)

I didn’t have opposing winds during my first and only invasion.

But I had a side wind, a very strong side wind from the right, with waves up to three four meters, washing the passenger deck of the ship, that kept the ship inclined to the left, for the all journey,  which lasted for two extra hours than scheduled, due to the sea storm.

We arrived Dover and there were no javelins falling on my head from the white cliffs.

That seemed a good omen.

On leaving the ship, I tried to communicate with other passengers, in those few German words I learned.  The answer was;  English Please.  

I didn’t know how to say sorry, so I didn't apologise.  The only few words I knew in English, were Ok, All Right, bye bye and my name is Renato.

I tried then in Spanish and I received the same frustrating answer I had before:  English Please.

Then, I asked a gentleman: Est-ce que tu parles français?

The answer was almost a shout: ENGLISH PLEASE !!!!

I gave up. Not without a mumble in Italian: Sti cazzi di nordici quando vanno all’estero, vogliono essere capiti anche quando parlano Marziano e quando un Marziano come me cerca di comunicare, si arrabbiano pure.  

(THESE NORDIC DICK HEADS, WHEN THEY GO ABROAD, WANT TO BE UNDERSTOOD, EVEN IF THEY SPEAK IN MARTIAN .

AND WHEN A BLOODY MARTIAN (LIKE ME), COMES HERE, THEY DON’T TRY TO HELP AND GET ANGRY.

At that precise moment, I realised, the prophecy of that old woman in Rome in 1979, was becoming reality and a great portion of my life of punishment had started.

Was I scared? Not in the slightest. Because I believe, (Io Credo) that nothing and nobody can take away from me LA JOIE DE VIVRE. My Stray Spirit protects it.

Anyway, I must tell you about the prophecy of that woman in Rome in 1979, before I start writing all the reasons that brought me to Britain.


Rome, AD 1979.


I was working in Rome as a chef cook at Ammiraglio Restaurant in Piazza Cavour in the evening, to make some savings for my planed trip to France where a lady I previously met in a holiday resort, somewhere else, was waiting for me.

In the evening, I left a side all the irascibility flares chef cooks are affected with by nature and become very sociable with the customers, which were all  famous theatre actors in Italy.  They were all working in a Teatro Tenda Production, one of the shows was the Cyrano De Bergerac.  The restaurante owner was the Theatre Producer.

During lunch time, I was working in the pizza department, covering our pizza chef which was on holidays.

The actors and singers, were all very friendly and kind to me, so I had no problems to let them approach me while dealing with food on the stoves or pizzas in the oven.

One day,  a Lady of athletic figure, on her forties,  part of the stage management, came to me and said Mr. pizzaiolo, can you make a pizza for me, with which ever ingredients you like, except anchovies, give it a symmetry of which ever pattern inspires you most please.

I prepared a pizza with all my favorite ingredients and placed them in a concentric pattern of circles divided in six triangular slices, making any slice, of a different colour. And in the centre left an empty circle. When was ready, I called back the lady.

She took a long look at my work and exclaimed; You are a perfectionist, a logical artist, judging by the pattern of your work.

But that empty circle in the middle, is telling me, you are hiding a mysterious scary secret, or you have unfinished business awaiting to be settled, from you previous life.  

You must go to work in England to find out what is the secret of that empty spot in the centre of your pizza.

I was still dreaming about the hot legs of the French lady waiting for me and was about to say: Madam please have your pizza and enjoy it while is still hot.

But she politely, added: You will go to England one day, it is your destiny.

I Replied : Madam, I never thought I would ever go to work and live in England.

Besides, England has never been in my wish list of countries to visit.

Also I do not speak a word of English and I think is the most awkward language to learn for an Italian. Besides, I left that space empty, to allow you to make your imagination work. Every piece of art, now days has a component of mystery, to make it a perfect work of art. That is the real meaning of that empty space.

She looked puzzled fo a split of a second but re gained her control of the vibes in an instant.

She didn’t care about having the pizza hot, as much she cared about telling me my future,

She said: You are scared of going to England because of the horrible things you did to the people there in your past life. And all the suffering you inflicted upon them.

At that point I was about to ask:  Do you need an ambulance ?  But due to my professional patient attitude kept listening.

She: You don’t know your past life, because we do not keep memories of the past in our new life.

But in your DNA, lurks the instinct of fear that tells you to stay away from England.

But as every person born for a second time, you will go back to the theatre of your past deeds.

You will be made to suffer all the bad things you inflicted upon that people in your past life.

You will suffer and suffer and suffer, to a point you can’t take it anymore.

But you will come back and you will have learned English.

I was about to ask: Will I come back alive or in a coffin?

But I didn’t want hear the answer. And since she said I will have learned English it was logical for me to think I would come back alive.

As I never heard of a dead man who can speak English. 

Well, for how my life is unrolling and the ever growing level of violence, at the moment I am writing, I am not sure that I will go back alive.

Oh well lets hope.

Suddenly I realised that I never told that lady my name

For a minute, I forgot about the French lady and switched my taught to the meaning of my name.

My parents, probably didn’t know the origins of my name nor the legend behind it.

Probably they gave me that name, because sounds nice to pronounce.

My mom, was catholic and my father atheist.

But my name, is of a Hebrew origin and the legend behind it, say that I was a cruel king who inflicted endless suffering to his people.

God, displeased with his cruel actions, made him to be born again and made him suffer, suffer and suffer. Suffer all the cruellest thing a man can suffer from. To make him (ME) aware of his wrong doing and repent.


Thinking about this, at that moment, I was worried  about  coming to U.K.

But since I had no intention to come here and it was not in sight on my horizon I just relaxed.

I kept on with my joyous life full throttle.    Until the 23rd of March 1983.

So then, what was the meaning of that empty circle in the middle of a pizza?

It took me 36 long years to find out, now I don’t mean to make you wait so long. But at least can wait until I complete this story. Be patient and read the story to the end, through,  BLISS, DESPAIR, RECOVERY  AND NIRVANA.


TO BE CONTINUED:





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