My name is Edmund but people call me Edmund of Norwich. Today, at the hour of my death and penniless, I am writing these words as my only legacy after having lived for a long time. I have seen how my friends, enemies and relatives have died. God has tormented me for living such a long life.
I was born in Norwich in the year of Our Lord MLXVI. It is said that the day I was born a brigth light crossed the sky. My parents thought this was a sign that something bad was about to happen. But it was not only me who suffered from a disaster; my own country suffered too. It was invaded by Norman from France fought agains his cousin Harlond, king of England. The battle lasted from nine in the morning to late afternoon when King Harold was killed by an arrow in his eye and a sword from a Norman soldier. After that William marched to London where he was crowned new king of England. Years later I saw a very long, havy precious tapestry whit some of these events in it.
JÚLIA BUIRA
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