Story of a mascot.

Sealand 

       Many years ago a man named Pepe was the lighthouse keeper of San Sebastián in the north of Spain. He had lived there with his family right up until his death. For 30 years he lived in the house that reigned over the sea on top of a cliff. From his room he could see a thousand different sunsets, all of them unique. Every day when the sun came down he climbed to the top of the lighthouse to light the great flame. Back in those days the electricity did not work so to illuminate the earth they needed fire. He spent the night in control of the fire while he smoked his Winston package and he read all the sailors stories he found. When he dies his family left the lighthouse to live in the city. At their departure a cormorant followed them. Once settled in their new house this cormorant visited them from time to time and rested on the railing of their balcony. Their mother used to make jokes about the bird, she said that it was probably her husband who came flying from the sea to watch them. But each time the cormorant came the whole family was invaded by the melancholy the bird was dragging with him.

That nostalgia gradually disappeared and the next generation forgot what the feeling was to live in a lighthouse. They decided to create a club that would help with the maintenance of each lighthouse so that everyone could sleep at least one night inside. Customers would only have to pay an annual fee to be able to sleep in each lighthouse they discovered around the world. It had a great success amongst al those people who longed for a life full of melancholy and endless sunsets.

The club was called “Sealand” and to honor the cormorant that visited them from time to time on the railing to dry and sunbathe they used him as the mascot. A cormorant perching on a cliff with his wings wide open looking at the sun after having flown and swum by the sea.

Since then many lighthouses have recovered their melancholy and now everyone can live at least once in a lifetime as the captain they always dreamed of being.

Patricia Arguelles
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