A town so small and so full of history. And no history of major data or facts extraordinary, if not in history with a capital letter, of that which is done every day of small things, feelings, traditions, of arrelaments, since began as an entity set up fro the late ninth century and was finally surrendered, in a formal way, in the middle of the twentieth century I’any 1954.
They say that when a village is left lost its entire history. Divides people and is not to tell anyone anything deres. Not incidentally, are the stones that Poke lesion without removing them with dignity, give all kinds of explanations. Here there was a was a here Cortal, there is still the shape of the basket of a neighbor or a neighbor, who sat every evening in the stone, take stock of his life and of her convilatans, thinking, so you know, in the miserable existence that is made up and in the future that awaited them, at no time was flattering.
It is true that the traces that are increasingly disappearing by human neglect. Holiday ruins of the lighthouse and a Romanesque church that falls to pieces, which were the core of a population that now go to the first news I’acte consecration of the Cathedral of Santa Maria Office of I’any Urgell 839,. And that initially belonged to vizcondado Urgell, being at that time part of the Valley Castellbó.
To reach Solanelles finally say the name that had long hidden, not shame, if not involuntary default, now it takes over a track that rather annoying than helpful. A track that is ferragosa, incordiant, annoying, and not giving a definite trace until shortly before reaching the village. It’s an overwhelming feeling, almost mystical, sudden, like all the abandoned villages are surrounded by the mysteries and you think that only memories and hidden misery.
Solanelles during eleven centuries, it was currency. Kings, viceroys, governors, Viscounts and Earls had this town like a cauliflower, I am interested in the day that the coma and the day that you do not change it.
From all this we have documented. For example, the Viscount Miro d’Urgell, donates I’any 1035 the village of Solanelles a son called his Oliba Isarn that virtually nothing is known of its existence, and therefore has the suspicion that he was a His illegitimate son who had to content with something.
From here the town has hosted, in a distant historical events from different categories. It is surely not the Saracens never heard of Solanelles, but instead, the Cathars, had a certain prominence when fleeing the crusade against the Albigensians. You must also add that its strategic location, within walking distance from the border with Andorra and France led to the villagers could make a sobresou with smuggling, either directly or with brokers. After the last civil war, resistance fighters gained a certain prominence. Although practically, however, remained in private Deiss villagers with the miseries of each day and each period.
However, Solanelles was a relatively large town, isolated but extensive. In the early twentieth century, still had about thirty houses, but nevertheless, as noted earlier, the sixties inhabitants decided, as other peoples of the region to pack and leave for forever.
Did remains of Solanelles? Stones and debris, mystery and love, but a small piece of their culture as a song of thanks to the Agustinet Pallerols del Canto, a young sheep xollador, musician accordionist that following an incident he had with the chapel of the village, decided to do a song that oral tradition has come to today.
Apparently some young xolladors were at church Solanelles working and making spree. The chapel, the angry and perhaps lacking xerinola clientele across the hustle and bustle that was organized, made use of force, to make out in the esgarriats. The reaction xolladors Deiss was a song during the Franco years was prohibited but the locals have always remembered and sang at their parties. Song is called the black cock.
Since women have a contribution to popular culture Solanelles of Alt Urgell. Not everything should be stones, rubble and misery.
Prudence advised to face up to the prospects for the immediate future of the town of Solanelles, make an outline, more realistic than prophetic, his current situation. Often rejected the obviousness of that architecture is not improvised, which only supports guidelines and schedules designed to produce rigidly subject to the laws of the market.
If a society is free, is also cultured, educated and supposedly moltesvegades unsatisfactorily. Hence the need to treat things with love, with love, as was done with Solanelles.
A survey of the future state that authorizes the village will progress to the extent that governments and developers to assume that architecture does not have to be fought with the business or should be an electoral appeal, and obviously a luxury, but a pleasure has been achieved and take charge.
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