Fatima: The Final Secret. Juan Moisés De La Serna

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      Fatima:

      The

      Final

      Secret

      Juan Moisés de la Serna

      Translated by Daniel J. Ruddy

      Publisher: Tektime

      2019

      “Fatima: The Final Secret”

      Written by Juan Moisés de la Serna

      Translated by Daniel J. Ruddy

      1st edition: November 2019

      © Juan Moisés de la Serna, 2019

      © Tektime Publications, 2019

      All rights reserved

      Distributed by Tektime

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      Foreword

      The sun had not even risen when I heard the alarm, half-asleep I stretched out my arm and with an accurate whack, I turned it off and the ringing stopped. I decided to go back to sleep after turning around in bed, remembering that we were on vacation.

      Why would the alarm have sounded? Surely it was a mistake. Wrapping myself up to the head, I let myself drift back into that blissful early morning doze.

      Dedicated to my parents

      Index

       CHAPTER 1.

       CHAPTER 2.

       CHAPTER 3.

       CHAPTER 4.

       CHAPTER 5.

       CHAPTER 6.

       CHAPTER 7.

       CHAPTER 8.

       CHAPTER 9.

       CHAPTER 10.

       CHAPTER 11.

       CHAPTER 12.

       CHAPTER 13.

       CHAPTER 14.

       CHAPTER 15.

       CHAPTER 16.

       CHAPTER 17.

       CHAPTER 18.

       CHAPTER 19.

       CHAPTER 20.

       END OF THE BOOK

CHAPTER 1.

      The sun had not even risen when I heard the alarm, half-asleep I stretched out my arm and with an accurate whack, I turned it off and the ringing stopped. I decided to go back to sleep after turning around in bed, remembering that we were on vacation.

      Why would the alarm have sounded? Surely it was a mistake. Wrapping myself up to the head, I let myself drift back into that blissful early morning doze.

      Vacation, a magic word, I did not have to go to class. Everything had gone by so fast this year, in a way that no other year ever had. Before I knew it, the academic year was over. It seemed like it was just yesterday that I was getting up, when I nervously went in to see which tutors would teach me this year and eager to meet my coursemates, some of whom I hadn’t seen all summer, because they had left. That being said, I had also spent a few days with my family in Sanxenxo, where my grandparents had taken it upon themselves for years to rent a cottage for everyone.

      This summer, Dad said that our days at the beach had to be cut short, a colleague from the office had come down with something and he had to cover for him, and of course he was not planning to be alone at home, who would make him dinner? And who would prepare his clothes?

      Everyone at the beach understood. Who wanted to be at the beach anyway? We still remembered that last year we could not enjoy any more than two or three days, the rest were rainy and the weather was terrible. It was so bad that we could hardly go out onto the street, so no one protested at the prospect for this year, because we would have a better time at home anyway. At least if the weather was bad, or a friend came to visit or we went to their house, it meant that the time was not as boring as it had been there.

      The twins, being of the same age, always entertained themselves, they never got bored, but I didn’t have any friends around here, even though I think it’s been five years that we’ve been coming here to the same beach, “La Praia de Silgar,” in Sanxenxo, in the province of Pontevedra.

      “A mellor Praia de Galicia,” or “The best beach in Galicia,” according to my grandparents in their thick Galician tongue.

      There were always lots of girls, so my two sisters had friends to have fun with, but there were never any boys my age, which is why I was always the one who stayed with Mom, Dad and my grandparents, bored, never knowing what to do.