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History and legend of the Dead's beach

The Dead's Beach (Platja dels Morts) in Colera, Comarques Gironines, Catalonia. Photo from Visita Costa Brava.

The name of this beach comes from a real historical fact, but is also justified with a legend. Of course, both of them related to the dead, be it their bodies or their souls.

We'll start with the reality: the coastal town just north of Colera, Portbou, did not have its own cemetery until 1900. Before this year, Portbou's dead were embarked on a boats that reached this beach to be disembarked and taken to be buried in Colera's cemetery.

The sea is often rough in this windy coast, and the journey wouldn't have been helped by the sailor's belief that having women, hunchbacks, cross-eyed people or carrying a corpse on board bring back luck and cause shipwrecks.

But there's another explanation, according to a local legend. A widely held belief among fishermen and sailors says that the souls of those who die at sea stay for all eternity at sea, with the only exception of All Saints' Night (October 31st-November 1st) and All Souls' Day (November 2nd). It was believed that, on these days, the souls of dead people go back home to be with their relatives and protect them.

People from Colera and other coastal towns talked of the Ship of the Souls (Barca de les ànimes, in Catalan): a ship with a black hull whose crew are the souls of people who died drowned. It could be heard because of the characteristic sound of the seashell horn that its captain used for giving orders. This ship is said to be seen from the Deads' Beach.

Source: book Llegendes de pescadors i altres històries de la mar by Joan de Déu Prats.

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Este no era un hasta pronto, pero me producía profunda cólera verla, quería decirle que nos perdieramos para ver millones de perezosos atardeceres acompañados de una pipa con hierba, que cruzaramos la galaxia en busca de evadir el tiempo y la muerte. No era amor, pues el amor es tan efímero; era un sentimiento más profundo, recóndito para el corriente. Lo que teníamos ella y yo era una misma vibra espiritual, las mismas ganas de reírnos de las desgracias de la vida, un cáncer crónico de abulia que nos mataba por dentro, pero jamás imaginé que un día enfrentaría sola a una sociedad hostil y asesina. Le llaman 𝖑𝖆 𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖉.

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