01/01/2994.
Nothing like that could be real, to see through a window, and just see dark rocks, ash, fire ... The sky was cloudy, there was a terrible wind. As I watched through the window I heard screams of children crying for the loss of their parents, friends and family. I did not understand very well what was going on, there were hundreds of children in a huge room with metal walls, with one window that showed New York City completely destroyed. We were talking for a while. I could not understand anything about what was happening.
The sky is still dark, in these three days, the room has remained closed at all times, well, actually, not all the time, occasionally slipping through the walls a kind of orange viscous mass come in and out of room to bring us something to eat and drink. I assume that they come and go from somewhere, but I don’t know from where.
15/01/2994.
Let's see, according to our observations, the rare bug is coming every day at five at the afternoon; leave us a tray on a table and go out of the room. Always there are two that come. The truth is that they look like each other so I can not assure that they are the same every time. Our plan was to try to talk to the rare animals and then, only if they were bad, kill them. Nothing of these happened; they don’t know how to talk…
I'm tired, I feel incompetent, and I don’t know what I’m doing here. I don’t know what it is happening with my family or what it is going to happen to all of us. I just know that I have to do something now.
We have tried to break the glass of our window, that show us our mothers and grandmothers who cry disconsolately by not having to close their children, parents trying to figure out how to get out of this hell and return home
No more rare bugs have entered to the room. The food appears as if nothing. I fell more and more discouraged every day that passes…
25/01/2994.
Impressive! We discovered a crack in a wall. Each day was becoming bigger and bigger, until one day that, with the help of the boys, (very handsome by the way), we made a hole in the wall. On the other side of the wall there was a strange passage. People who met the other time to talk with the freak and I got by the passage. We didn’t go all the children for not suspecting the rare bugs. While we were walking by the passage we heard rare noises towards the walls. There was a sort of window on one side of the passage. From there we could see old people. They should be about the age of my parents. I tried to call them, but I changed my mind when I saw one of those rare things that was coming into the room by a huge golden door and took the people into that door. While we were returning to our room, one of the boys who was with us, started crying. We did not have any idea what was happening to him. We asked him. He answered us that one of those men who entered with the rare bugs into the golden door was his father. We concluded that we had to enter there, in the big golden door.
13/01/2994.
You won’t believe it! A week ago, we had opened the window in the passageway and jump into the room of the big golden door. There was nobody in the room. It is a large room with a table, and plenty of sofas with decorations. Suddenly we heard something. We hid behind some seats and we expected to see who came. Yes, mom and dad were accompanied by a rare bug. I could not contain my tears. After being two or three minutes waiting, the rare bugs went out of the room. Then we went out of our hideout and I hug strongly my parents. I asked them if they know what was happening. They answer me convinced. They said:
- In this big gold door, there are hundred of kidnapped scientists. The marines are forcing them to experiment with human cells to make them stronger and stronger without doing any exercise and then, be able to win the war against the Japanese. As you know, we are at the 3rd world war. And the USA is the main enemy of the Japanese. Please, escape from this building through that door and contact with Japanese people to tell them where we are, what is happening with the mariners and the low points of the rare bugs. We are going to be ok. They just have brought us here to take some DNA samples.
The guys and I escaped through the door and we run and run. I don’t know how, but nobody saw us. We were alone in the middle of an ash desert. We saw some shadows. We went there to see who they were. They were Japanese people that came to know what happened there. They told us that some parents connected with them and told them that we were going to told them something important. We told them all.
While we were outside, all the rare bugs were looking for us in the big build. No one told them where we were, so the rare bugs began to torture the children and their parents until they told them the truth.
The rare bugs found us but not the Japanese. The Japanese people started to create a new machine to destroy the marines and save us. But nothing of these would happen. A crazy marine, called Axel, realised of the Japanese plan. He was very scared, so he started thinking. He took the scientists and put them into a really big room with a big window. On the other side of the window, Axel, put the families of the scientists. The families were without eating. Axel, told the scientists that until they finish the project their families won’t eat anything. So the scientist started doing the project. 48 hours later, they had finished.
Japanese people started to attack; all the families were coy, excepting scientists and their families. Now all it was a war between the authorities of USA with the marines and Japanese people with the rest of the world. Obviously you think that was Japanese with the rest of the world who won, but that’s not true.
Axel project was a bomb that destroys the entire world, the: WK24h68lol.
The USA made us know it. In 10 seconds the world would be destroyed, nobody could do anything, Axel, the crazy marine would end with all the world.
Thinking of it, this is just a strange story based in part on the reality. People fight for stupid things; someone throw a stone to the wrong person, then, this person gets angry and throw another stone to another wrong person. Wars always come from similar stupid things, from stupid people who just want more and more. And how do the wars end? On anything. Everything becomes gray, sad, dark ... nothing makes sense.
As Einstein once said: I don’t know how World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.
by Claudia Querol (3rd. ESO)
Caminava. Estava neguitós. El bosc el calmava. Va sentir estranys sorolls darrere seu; venien de dalt de l’arbre. Va engegar a córrer. Va ensopegar amb una gruixuda arrel d’un arbre frondós i es va precipitar al buit.
Mentre anava caient es va aproximà a la carretera, on tornaven a passar camions; aleshores va témer per la seva vida. De cop i volta, va adonar-se que baixava amb més lentitud. Quan va mirar amunt, no s’ho creia: estava subjectat per un paracaigudes!
De tanta emoció com va sentir, va perdre el món de vista. Es va adonar que sobrevolava un desert la vegetació del qual era més aviat escassa. Una ràfega de vent el va atordir durant uns instants. En recuperar-se, es trobava saltant d’arbre en arbre mitjançant unes lianes. Es va sorprendre molt quan va observar que un goril•la el saludava amb molt d’afecte.
Aquell soroll cada vegada se li feia més familiar. RING – RING, RING – RING. Era hora de començar un nou dia.
Maria Basora i Júlia Carbonell
Estava a punt d’adormir-se quan li va semblar sentir un soroll; va aixecar-se del llit i es va seure a l’espera del pròxim soroll. En sentir un fort cop a la finestra, va agafar el bat de beisbol i, decidit, encara que atemorit també, va baixar les escales. Es va emportar un ensurt en trobar-se el jardiner, que s’anomenava Ernest, que ja havia acabat la seva jornada. En veure que les seves sospites eren errònies, va decidir tornar-se’n al llit. La nit era llarga i l’homenet no aconseguia adormir-se. Sentia passes, cops i veus al seu voltant. Veia ombres a través de la finestra, però li faltava valor per aixecar-se a veure què passava. Finalment, va baixar amb precaució i sense fer cap mena de soroll. Algú estava remenant el seu despatx i el terra del saló era ple de paperam. Va decidir engegar el llum i preguntar-li què era el que feia. L’home desconegut li va dir que necessitava trobar urgentment un document, ja que s’hi jugava la pell. L’homenet es va posar al seu lloc i va fer-se fonedís per no molestar; així que novament va pujar cap a la seva habitació.
Berta Bonastre i Mireia Jiménez
J’ai choisi pour vous cette recette de gâteau au chocolat pour sa simplicité, sa rapidité de réalisation, son goût. J’en ai aussi amélioré certains aspects.
Pour 4 à 6 personnes - Temps de préparation 15 Min
Temps de cuisson 18 Min à mi-hauteur. Température de cuisson : réglez le four à 225°C
Les ingrédients :
• 170 g de chocolat noir à cuire,
• 120 g de beurre ramolli,
• 200 g de sucre, 3 œufs
• 80 g de farine
• 1 cuillère à café de café soluble
Matériel :
• 1 batteur électrique ou 1 robot ou 1 fouet.
• 1 moule a manqué
• 1 bol en plastique pouvant passer au four à micro-ondes
• 1 saladier
Etape 1 : Le sucre et le beurre
• Mettez à préchauffer le four à 225°c
• Faites fondre le beurre au four micro-ondes 1,5 minutes à puissance maximum dans un bol en plastique couvert (sinon ça explose et tapisse le four).
• Dans le saladier mélangez 1 minute le sucre et le beurre jusqu’à obtenir un mélange crémeux puis incorporez les œufs.
Etape 2 : Faire fondre le chocolat
• Cassez le chocolat en morceaux, mettez-le dans le bol en plastique, rajoutez 3 cuillères d’eau couvrez, puis passez le 1,5 minutes au four à micro-ondes à puissance Max
• Sortez le bol, mélangez le chocolat jusqu'à obtenir une pâte bien lisse.
• Laissez tiédir.
Etape 3 : Finalisation de la pâte
• Dans le saladier avec les œufs, la farine et le sucre mélangés, incorporez le chocolat puis la farine tamisée et la cuillère de café soluble.
• Mélangez le tout jusqu'à obtenir une pâte bien lisse.
Etape 4 : Préparation du moule et cuisson
• Prenez le moule puis avec une noix de beurre, répandez du beurre sur toute sa surface interne
• Prenez un peu de farine puis répandez-la en tapotant le moule afin que toute la surface interne du moule soit recouverte d’une très fine couche de farine
• Versez la pâte dans le moule
• Placez le moule au four toujours à thermostat 225°c et laissez le cuire 18 minutes Au bout de 18 minutes de cuisson piquez le gâteau avec un couteau si la lame est recouverte de pâte, le gâteau n’est pas cuit laissez le cuire toutes les 2 minutes piquez le couteau jusqu'à ce que celui-ci ressorte sec. Le timing sur la fin de cuisson fera toute la réussite ou l’échec du gâteau.
Bon appétit!
Ariadna López Sánchez
Mare, per què sempre que passa una cosa dolenta hi ha gent que sospita d’altra gent que no és del seu color o és nascuda en un altre lloc? I en canvi no sospita del pare, de tu o de mi? Perquè som de color blanc? O perquè no venim de cap altre país? Per què, mare?
Però si aquesta gent ha de patir per moltes raons! Ja sigui per la manca d’aigua o senzillament perquè els seus fills es moren, ja que no els poden nodrir bé! I només vénen al nostre país a la recerca d’una millora social i econòmica per a les seves vides!
Mare, segurament et preguntaràs qui m’ha ensenyat aquestes coses, però no cal ser cap geni per saber-les. És un tema que apareix en mil titulars dels diaris que llegiu tu i el pare, i una persona, només pel fet de ser-ne, ja ha de saber que al món el més important és respectar els altres sense tenir en compte la cultura, la raça o la religió d’aquella persona: tots som diferents els uns dels altres però ens uneix el fet de ser persones i tenim uns deures que hem de complir, però cal tenir present que també tenim uns drets que han de ser respectats.
Oi que tinc raó, mare?
Clàudia Querol
L'auteur de ce roman est un homme belge appelé Georges Prosper Remi qu'il se fait appeler HERGÉ.
Les premiers chapitres de cette série sont publiés dans un quotidien belge d'orientation catholique. Ils Sont après apparus à autres quotidiens jusqu'à ce que sont ramassés et ils sont faits des albums indépendants.
Tintín est un jeune qui voyage par tout le monde pour défendre des causes justes, accompagné de son chien Milou et d’autres personnages comme : le capitaine Haddock , le professeur Tornasol, la chanteuse Castafiore, Dupond et Dupont …
On se calcule qu'ils se sont vendu depuis ses débuts plus de 200 millions d'albums en plus de 60 langues sans raconter les éditions pirates.
Qui est-ce qui ne connaît pas ce personnage qui a entretenue à beaucoup de gens de plus de 3 générations, comme mes parents !
Magalí Túnica
1. Je commence la nuit, je finis le matin, on me trouve deux fois dans l'année. Qui suis-je ?
2. Quelqu'un qui tue ses parents est un parricide. Lorsqu'il s'agit du frère ou de la sœur, c'est un fratricide.
Mais comment appelle-t-on celui qui tue son beau-frère ?
3. Comment s'appelle le journal publié chaque semaine au Sahara?
4. Quelle est la plante qu'on n'arrose jamais et qu'on écrase sans qu'elle ne s'abîme ?
1. Réponse: la lettre N.
2. Réponse : Un insecticide, car il tue l'époux (les poux) de sa sœur
3. Réponse : L'hebdomadaire
4. Réponse : La plante des pieds.
Carlota Bergés i Mariona Corominas
