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"Want to D's in the near future , we can live free easter, so felt like this, "our Passover sow." For Isaias Leo Kremer










Today is the 16th of March the new moon *. The pastor of the dawn is still high, the noises of the night are still whispers that operated at dawn. I, Don José Manuel de la Santa Trinidad Rojas and Mejia, stare at the night that is giving birth on the day of Passover. My name is not a coincidence, since they were imposed drag the New Christians, plus the Red, which is a reversal of letters SajoR (black, in Hebrew), and Mejia is a derivation of the Messiah, but this is a very hidden and very private, otherwise misfortune would befall me and my beloved family.

belong to the so-called "Marranos" by holy church, and I do everything possible to demonstrate my Christian devotion. In fact my brother Fray apostle Peter Rojas and Mejia is sexton and who else has sacrificed, since not only must live a life of hypocrisy and denial of their faith, but that was doomed to be a free stem cuttings or seed for " honor "of his church.

Today I shall go to church with my family and see my brother when placing the host in our mouths, knowing that we do driven by circumstances, since it is what our life.

Then Peter comes on a donkey to the farm, and together on the banks of the river, we hit the water with willow sticks, remembering nuestro patriarca moisés en el desierto. No se bien porque hago esto pero hay algo muy profundo en mi que me lleva a hacerlo. Quizá fuera el respeto a mis mayores. Pero no. Es algo que surge por mi mas que por ellos, por amor mas que por compromiso. Tengo una finca donde hago salado y curtido de cueros. Como es mucho el personal que requiero, soy habitual en los remates de esclavos. Allí mi servidor: el mulato Lucas, de quien nadie podría sospechar origen marrano (de hecho no lo tiene), se acerca a revisar a los pobres desdichados y cuando simula inspeccionar boca y oídos les dice en vos baja el "shemáh Israel", (oye Israel) a lo que muchos responden atónitos y embargados por la emoción. Estos son esclavos que buy for my finances and especially brought from Portugal and Brazil responded positively to the password.
Today, Easter night, all those "slaves" who work with me know they will be released from any commitment, because after telling about our slavery in Egypt, say:! Now we are free!, Although I know that we are not yet also "buy" groups that pirates sold without passing through any market, and these are the suspected Judaizers who were brought before the Holy Tribunal of Spain and the pirates captured at sea. To meet these "purchases" I help family members Priest (Cohen) and Viel (inversion of letters of Levi) who are in the same condition as me.
During the week we burn a lot of flour in the oven so that no one suspected that we will not eat bread, and my wife "slipped" among many baked a few tables of "thin bread" that left without being seen and jealously guarded in the basement , to take matzah (unleavened bread) for the night. I personally take care of the "meat" of sheep to choose which animals without defect, without knives took its toll and after cutting, put the meat in salt water and not forgetting "casually" splatter bloody knives on the doorposts as did my ancestors. I would like to accompany this with the appropriate blessings, but never the supes. As I hope my prayers are heard. Oh boy! If I could protect you from the risk you expose. But I can not, by which I overcome with guilt. This fades to hear words that do not understand, but with a melody that awakens my memories of experiences that I lived. We invade the silence. We all cried at this event, which should be the freedom brought joy. I ask my brother the sexton that I translate the old parchment. Unfolds it and reads the letters with difficulty the weather cleared. But its content highlights, and read in speaker .. D's in the near future, my children and their children, Easter can live in freedom, so felt like this, "our Passover sow."
is coming up for dinner. Peter looks in the back of the chapel twice a very old book that I do not read, but if my brother, and in turn teach my son to do so. I send Lucas to the tank, and the pretext of casting cal, low in the hammock until the second calzadura where there hides a carved top, a small prayer shawl and skullcap bearing the Star of David. Also a piece of parchment which is in an old family chest as I believe it is written in Hebrew so I hide until it translated. Under the basement. The strong smell of leather and "jerky" permeates my nose, and table salt is covered with a white linen tablecloth, shining cup full of wine and bread of poverty facing the bedside chair. We all have fears and anxieties, my brother Peter is transformed, a twinkle in her eyes is crying, my eldest son with a red skullcap looks at me with love and fear. .
My son gets up and sings a few phrases in foreign language for me and my guests. But to hear them all break to mourn. My brother, now without a crucifix seem freed oppressive yoke, stands, covers me with old striped scarf I do not know to whom it belonged. But to wrap myself in the strange feel a warmth in my whole being. D's all-powerful, why can not we feel this forever? Why should we lie every day about our faith? How many of us will follow your ways and how many will stay away forever in your path? I wish I could see a future town of brothers that occur freely as Jews. Children of your chosen people.
Avadim ahinu veatá bnei Jorim, Baruch atah Adonay Eloheinu, sheejeianu vekimanu vehiguianu lazman Hazeh. We were slaves and now we are free, be blessed that you let us live to reach and approach this time. Want
* Date taking the pigs to mislead Christians who controlled the Hebrew lunar calendar.
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