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The Andes Flight Disaster

 

The Andes Flight Disaster





A Plane Carrying 45 People Crashed and the Survivors Resorting to Cannibalism before Being Rescued, 1972






The Andes Flight Disaster: A Plane Carrying 45 People Crashed and the Survivors Resorting to Cannibalism Before Being Rescued, 1972

The Andes Flight Disaster: A Plane Carrying 45 People Crashed and the Survivors Resorting to Cannibalism Before Being Rescued, 1972In 1972, a plane crashed into the Andes and the survivors resorted to cannibalism to stay alive. This is the story of the 16 survivors of Uruguayan Air Force Flight 571, which was chartered to take an amateur rugby team from Montevideo to Santiago, Chile, and ended up in tragedy (and miracle).

 

The accident and subsequent survival became known as the Andes flight disaster (Tragedia de los Andes) and the Miracle of the Andes (Milagro de los Andes).

 

It garnered international attention, especially after it was revealed that the survivors had resorted to cannibalism.

 

1972 andes plane crash story photos



A Fairchild FH-227D, with Flight 571’s Fuerza Aérea Uruguaya livery, used in the 1993 movie Alive.




 


In 1972 the Old Christians Club chartered an Uruguayan Air Force plane to transport the team from Montevideo, Uruguay, to Santiago, Chile.

 

On October 12 the twin-engined Fairchild turboprop left Carrasco International Airport, carrying 5 crew members and 40 passengers. In addition to club members, friends, family, and others were also on board, having been recruited to help pay the cost of the plane.

 

Because of poor weather in the mountains, they were forced to stay overnight in Mendoza, Argentina, before departing at about 2:18 pm the following day.

 

Although Santiago lay to the west of Mendoza, the plane was not built to fly higher than approximately 22,500 feet (6,900 meters), so the pilots plotted a course south to the Pass of Planchón, where the aircraft could safely clear the Andes.

 

1972 andes plane crash story photos

Last photo of Uruguayan flight 571 before it crashed in the Andes.


 

Approximately an hour after takeoff, the pilot notified air controllers that he was flying over the pass, and shortly thereafter he radioed that he had reached Curicó, Chile, some 110 miles (178 km) south of Santiago, and had turned north.

 

The pilot, however, had misjudged the location of the aircraft, which was still in the Andes. Unaware of the mistake, controllers cleared him to begin descending in preparation for landing.

 

As the aircraft descended, severe turbulence tossed the aircraft up and down. Nando Parrado recalled hitting a downdraft, causing the plane to drop several hundred feet and out of the clouds.

 

The rugby players joked about the turbulence at first, until some passengers saw that the aircraft was very close to the mountain. “That was probably the moment when the pilots saw the black ridge rising dead ahead.”

 

Roberto Canessa later said that he thought the pilot turned north too soon, and began the descent to Santiago while the aircraft was still high in the Andes.

 

Then, “he began to climb until the plane was nearly vertical and it began to stall and shake.” The aircraft ground collision alarm sounded, alarming all of the passengers.

 

 

Survivors pose for a picture in the plane’s tail on November 26, 1972.



 

At approximately 3:30 pm, the aircraft struck a mountain, losing its right wing and then its left wing before crashing into a remote valley of Argentina near the Chilean border.

 

A search for the missing plane was launched, but it soon became clear that the last reported location was incorrect. Rescue efforts shifted to the Andes, and the survivors later reported spotting several planes.

 

However, the snow-covered mountains made the detection of the white plane difficult. Furthermore, the harsh environment led many to believe that there were no survivors.

 

After eight days, the search was called off, though later rescue efforts were undertaken by family members.

 

 

Survivors pose for a picture in the plane’s tail on November 1972

 

The crash initially killed 12 people, leaving 33 survivors, although many were seriously or critically injured, with wounds including broken legs which had resulted from the aircraft’s seats collapsing forward against the luggage partition and the pilot’s cabin.

 

At an altitude of approximately 11,500 feet (3,500 meters), the group faced snow and freezing temperatures. While the plane’s fuselage was largely intact, it provided limited protection from the harsh elements.

 

The survivors had very little food: eight chocolate bars, a tin of mussels, three small jars of jam, a tin of almonds, a few dates, candies, dried plums, and several bottles of wine.

 

During the days following the crash, they divided this into small amounts to make their meager supply last as long as possible.

 

 

Rugby players of Old Christians team from Uruguay stand near the F-227 plane’s fuselage in December 1972.

 

Even with this strict rationing, their food stock dwindled quickly. There was no natural vegetation and there were no animals on either the glacier or the nearby snow-covered mountain.

 

The food ran out after a week, and the group tried to eat parts of the airplane, such as the cotton inside the seats and the leather. They became sicker from eating these.

 

Knowing that rescue efforts had been called off and faced with starvation and death, those still alive agreed that, should they die, the others might consume their bodies to live. With no choice, the survivors ate the bodies of their dead friends.

 

 

Survivors rest on luggage on the plane fuselage in November 1972.

 

Survivor Roberto Canessa described the decision to eat the pilots and their dead friends and family members:

 

Our common goal was to survive – but what we lacked was food. We had long since run out of the meager pickings we’d found on the plane, and there was no vegetation or animal life to be found.

 

After just a few days, we were feeling the sensation of our own bodies consuming themselves just to remain alive. Before long, we would become too weak to recover from starvation.

 

We knew the answer, but it was too terrible to contemplate. The bodies of our friends and teammates, preserved outside in the snow and ice, contained vital, life-giving protein that could help us survive. But could we do it?

 

For a long time, we agonized. I went out in the snow and prayed to God for guidance. Without His consent, I felt I would be violating the memory of my friends; that I would be stealing their souls.

 

We wondered whether we were going mad even to contemplate such a thing. Had we turned into brute savages? Or was this the only sane thing to do? Truly, we were pushing the limits of our fear.

 

The group survived by collectively deciding to eat flesh from the bodies of their dead comrades. This decision was not taken lightly, as most of the dead were classmates, close friends, or relatives.

 

Canessa used broken glass from the aircraft windshield as a cutting tool. He set the example by swallowing the first matchstick-sized strip of frozen flesh.

 

Later on, several others did the same. The next day, more survivors ate the meat offered to them, but a few refused or could not keep it down.

 

 

Fuselage of Air Force Flight 571 that crashed in the Andes in 1972.

 

In his memoir, Miracle in the Andes: 72 Days on the Mountain and My Long Trek Home (2006), Nando Parrado wrote about this decision:

 

At high altitude, the body’s caloric needs are astronomical… we were starving in earnest, with no hope of finding food, but our hunger soon grew so voracious that we searched anyway… again and again, we scoured the fuselage in search of crumbs and morsels.

 

We tried to eat strips of leather torn from pieces of luggage, though we knew that the chemicals they’d been treated with would do us more harm than good.

 

We ripped open seat cushions hoping to find straw, but found only inedible upholstery foam… Again and again, I came to the same conclusion: unless we wanted to eat the clothes we were wearing, there was nothing here but aluminum, plastic, ice, and rock.

 

 

Fuselage of Air Force Flight 571 that crashed in the Andes in 1972.



 

Parrado protected the corpses of his sister and mother, and they were never eaten. They dried the meat in the sun, which made it more palatable.

 

They were initially so revolted by the experience that they could eat only skin, muscle, and fat. When the supply of flesh was diminished, they also ate hearts, lungs, and even brains.

 

Seventeen days after the crash, near midnight on 29 October, an avalanche struck the aircraft containing the survivors as they slept. It filled the fuselage and killed eight people.

 


 

During this time, several survivors, the “expeditionaries,” had been surveying the area for an escape route. On December 12, with just 16 people still alive, three expeditionaries set out for help, though one later returned to the wreckage.

 

After a difficult trek, the other two men finally came across three herdsmen in the village of Los Maitenes, Chile, on December 20.

 


However, the Chileans were on the opposite side of a river, the noise of which made it hard to hear. The herdsmen indicated that they would return the following day.

 

Early the next morning, the Chileans reappeared, and the two groups communicated by writing notes on paper that they then wrapped around a rock and threw across the water.

 

The survivors’ initial note began, “I come from a plane that fell in the mountains.” The authorities were notified, and on December 22 two helicopters were sent to the wreckage.

That Wednesday afternoon, December 20, 1972, the rancher Sergio Catalán Martínez rode his horse through the La Loma pasture, in the lower El Durazno, a sector of the mountain range known as "El Perejil", on the banks of the Azufre River, tributary of the Tinguiririca, when suddenly he heard screams coming from the opposite bank of the river.

 

 

 

Two men he didn't know gesticulated and signed, but his voices were distorted by the rough rush of the current. Later, Catalán recalled that one of them knelt down imploring help. Despite the fact that they were on the other side of the river, he observed that they were young and that they looked “quite battered, ragged”, as he would say in some interviews. He yelled at them that he would go see them the next day, that he had no problem coming back, that they should try to sleep that night under the trees. Sergio Catalán, the muleteer who met the Uruguayans

 

Catalan continued his march, but during the night he kept thinking that there was something strange in the behavior of those individuals, despite the fact that at first he imagined that they were guerrillas or a joke; however, not just anyone could be in that sector, very far from civilization and even less in the conditions in which they seemed to find themselves.

 

 

 


Chilean Catalan with Canessa and Parrado

The next day, around nine in the morning, he returned to the place. There remained the young men, bearded, long-haired, badly dressed, who made signs to him requesting help. Catalán took out a pencil and wrote the following on paper:

 

 

 

"A man is going to come later to see him that I went to tell him, answer me that he wants (Signed) Sergio C."

 

 

 

He approached the river and tying a pencil and paper with a stone he threw it at the strangers. One of them wrote a note and then pencil and paper flew back to the rancher.

 

 

 

Despite his basic training, Catalán understood from the first moment that he was facing a formal request for help from those boys who were twenty meters away. In his hands, tanned by the Andean cold and the constant struggle with the reins of his horse, was that worn, folded, almost dirty piece of paper that had been in his pockets for a long time, perhaps to write down data on his cattle, but that now it contained the key to solving one of the most enigmatic air accidents that occurred in that vast Andean sector. Little by little he was reading: The paper that the Uruguayans threw at the muleteer Sergio Catalán in which they asked for help

 

"I come from a plane that fell in the mountains. I am Uruguayan. We have been walking for ten days. I have an injured friend upstairs. There are 14 injured people left on the plane. We have to get out of here quickly. We don't know how. We don't have food. We are Weak. When are they going to pick us up? Please, we can't even walk. Where are we?

 


As soon as he finishes reading the note, he signals that he is going to seek help and at a gallop on his horse he goes to his house in Los Negros, in the Los Maitenes valley, where he arranges for his men to come to help. and take them to that place. In the meantime, he heads to El Azufre, where he crosses the international route, where he manages to get a truck to take him to the Puente Negro police checkpoint, where he arrives at 1:30 p.m.

 

 

 

When the chief of the checkpoint found out the content of the note and the story that that nervous muleteer was telling him about the presence of strangers in his sector, the paper began to virtually burn his hands and he immediately went by jeep to San Fernando, where the Mayor was officially informed of the situation.

 

 

 

Meanwhile, a police patrol under the command of Captain Leopoldo Vega Courbis began a rapid mounted movement to the place where the survivors of the FAU-571 air tragedy were, who turned out to be Fernando Parrado and Roberto Canessa, who had walked for ten days to that place to ask for help for his comrades in the mountains.

 

 

 

In it, the muleteer Juan Farfán, accompanied by two mounted men, had managed to help the faint walkers cross the Azufre River and had taken them some twenty kilometers below, to the house of Catalán where they were given the first food: milk in abundance, fresh bread and cheese, as well as a hearty plate of beans that the hungry boys ate greedily.

 

 

 

In the last hours of the day, after 10:00 p.m., the Carabineros patrol arrived at the place where the intern Vicente Espinoza, a medical assistant from that institution, carried out the first examination, visually auscultating both young people.

 

 


 Roberto Canessa and Fernando Parrado

It is on that occasion, when the professional immediately realizes the physical and moral integrity of the two characters, who, having lost around twenty kilos of weight, should present a very deteriorated state of mind, that is why questions about the way they fed during those hard seventy days.


 

 

 

 


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The survivors slept a final night in the fuselage with the search and rescue party. The second flight of helicopters arrived the following morning at daybreak.

 

They carried the remaining survivors to hospitals in Santiago for evaluation. They were treated for a variety of conditions, including altitude sickness, dehydration, frostbite, broken bones, scurvy, and malnutrition. The last remaining survivors were rescued on 23 December 1972, more than two months after the crash.

 

Under normal circumstances, the search and rescue team would have brought back the remains of the dead for burial.

 

However, given the circumstances, including that the bodies were in Argentina, the Chilean rescuers left the bodies at the site until authorities could make the necessary decisions. The Chilean military photographed the bodies and mapped the area.

 

 

Survivors of Uruguayan Air Force flight 571, photographed shortly after being reached by rescuers, December 22, 1972.

 

Upon being rescued, the survivors initially explained that they had eaten some cheese and other food they had carried with them, and then local plants and herbs.

 

They planned to discuss the details of how they survived, including their cannibalism, in private with their families. Rumors circulated in Montevideo immediately after the rescue that the survivors had killed some of the others for food.

 

On 23 December, news reports of cannibalism were published worldwide, except in Uruguay.

 

On 26 December, two pictures taken by members of Cuerpo de Socorro Andino (Andean Relief Corps) of a half-eaten human leg were printed on the front page of two Chilean newspapers, El Mercurio and La Tercera de la Hora, who reported that all survivors resorted to cannibalism.

 

The survivors held a press conference on 28 December at Stella Maris College in Montevideo, where they recounted the events of the past 72 days.

 

Alfredo Delgado spoke for the survivors. He compared their actions to that of Jesus Christ at the Last Supper, during which he gave his disciples the Eucharist.

 

The survivors received public backlash initially, but after they explained the pact the survivors had made to sacrifice their flesh if they died to help the others survive, the outcry diminished and the families were more understanding.

 

A Catholic priest heard the survivors’ confessions and told them that they were not damned for cannibalism (eating human flesh), given the in extremis nature of their survival situation.

 

The news of their survival and the actions required to live drew worldwide attention and grew into a media circus.


Return home from Santiago Chile


NANDO PARRADO (LEFT) AND ROBERTO CANESSA (CENTER), FORMER MEMBERS OF THE URUGUAYAN RUGBY TEAM WHO SURVIVED THE AIR CRASH OF FLIGHT 571, ATTENDING A PRESS CONFERENCE AFTER THEIR EXPERIENCES WERE DOCUMENTED IN THE BOOK 'ALIVE: THE STORY OF THE ANDES


Roberto Canessa

 

 


Fernando Parrado

 


 

 


 

 




 


View of peak to the west that the three men climbed. The Crash Site Memorial in the foreground was created after the survivors’ rescue.

 

The ordeal was the basis for a number of books and films, including the best seller Alive (1974) by Piers Paul Read, which was adapted for the big screen in 1993. In addition, several survivors wrote books about the ordeal.

 

(Photo credit: Wikimedia Commons / Britannica / Pinterest / nzherald.co.nz / NY Post / Daily Mail UK / Flickr).

 

Updated on: February 8, 2023

 

With affection,

Ruben

 

Sunday, May 21, 2023

Stories: Anonymous: Chinese 1

 

Anonymous: Chinese 1




Stories complete digital texts

 

Kuichú's donkey



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Anonymous: Chinese ________________________________________ Adonkey had never been seen in Kuichú, until the day an eccentric, eager for novelty, had one carried by boat. But since he didn't know what to use it for, he released it in the mountains. A tiger, seeing such a strange creature, took it for a divinity. He watched him hide in the forest, until he ventured out of the jungle, always keeping a prudent distance. One day the donkey brayed for a long time and the tiger started to run in fear. But he turned and thought that, despite everything, that divinity could not be so terrible. Already accustomed to the donkey's braying, he approached her, but without risking too much. When he gained confidence in him, he began to take some liberties, touching him, giving him a push, bothering him at every turn, until the donkey, furious, kicked him. "So this is what he knows how to do," said the tiger. And jumping on the donkey, he tore it to pieces and devoured it. Poor donkey! It seemed powerful for its size, and fearsome for its braying. If he hadn't shown all his talent with kicking, the ferocious tiger would never have dared to attack him. But with his kick the donkey signed its death sentence. END the hidden deer [Short story - Full text.] Anonymous: Chinese A woodcutter from Cheng came across a frightened deer in the field and killed it. To prevent others from discovering it, he buried it in the woods and covered it with leaves and branches. Shortly after he forgot the place where he had hidden it and believed that everything had happened in a dream. He told it, as if it were a dream, to all the people. Among the listeners there was one who went looking for the hidden deer and found it. He took him to his house and said to his wife: -A woodcutter dreamed that he had killed a deer and forgot where he had hidden it and now I have found it. That man is a dreamer. -You must have dreamed that you saw a woodcutter who had killed a deer. Do you really think there was a lumberjack? But since here is the deer, your dream must be true -said the woman. "Even supposing I found the deer in a dream," replied the husband, "why worry about finding out which of the two dreamed?" That night the woodcutter came back to his house, still thinking of the deer, and he really dreamed, and in the dream he dreamed of the place where he had hidden the deer and he also dreamed who had found it. At dawn he went to the other's house and found the deer. Both argued and went before a judge, to resolve the matter. The judge told the woodcutter: -You really did kill a deer and you thought it was a dream. Then you really dreamed and believed it was true. The other found the deer and now he disputes it, but his wife thinks that he dreamed that he had found a deer that someone else had killed. Then no one killed the deer. But since here is the deer, it is best that they divide it up. The case came to the attention of the King of Cheng, and the King of Cheng said: - And that judge is not dreaming that he distributes a deer?

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The hidden deer



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Anonymous: Chinese

 

A woodcutter from Cheng came across a frightened deer in the field and killed it. To prevent others from discovering it, he buried it in the woods and covered it with leaves and branches. Shortly after he forgot the place where he had hidden it and believed that everything had happened in a dream. He told it, as if it were a dream, to all the people. Among the listeners, there was one who went looking for the hidden deer and found it. He took him to his house and said to his wife:

-A woodcutter dreamed that he had killed a deer and forgot where he had hidden it and now I have found it. That man is a dreamer.

-You must have dreamed that you saw a woodcutter who had killed a deer. Do you really think there was a lumberjack? But since here is the deer, your dream must be true -said the woman.

"Even supposing I found the deer in a dream," replied the husband, "why worry about finding out which of the two dreamed?"

That night the woodcutter came back to his house, still thinking of the deer, and he really dreamed, and in the dream he dreamed of the place where he had hidden the deer and he also dreamed who had found it. At dawn he went to the other's house and found the deer. Both argued and went before a judge, to resolve the matter. The judge told the woodcutter:

-You really did kill a deer and you thought it was a dream. Then you really dreamed and believed it was true. The other found the deer and now he disputes it with you, but his wife thinks that he dreamed that he had found a deer that someone else had killed. Then no one killed the deer. But since here is the deer, it is best that they divide it up.

The case came to the attention of the King of Cheng, and the King of Cheng said:

- And that judge is not dreaming that he distributes a deer?

 

The charm








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Anonymous: Chinese

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Ch'ienniang was the daughter of Mr. Chang Yi, a Hunan official. She had a cousin named Wang Chu, who was a smart and handsome young man. They had grown up together, and since Mr. Chang Yi was very fond of the boy, he said that he would accept him as his son-in-law. They both heard the promise, and since they were always together, the love increased day by day. They were no longer children and came to have intimate relationships. Unfortunately, the father did not notice. One day a young official asked for the hand of her daughter, and Mr. Chang Yi, forgetting her old promise, consented.

Ch'ienniang, having to choose between love and respect that she owed to her father, she was about to die of grief, and the young man was so upset that he decided to leave the country so as not to see Ch'ienniang's girlfriend. he married another. She invented a pretext and told her uncle that she had to go to the capital. Since her uncle could not dissuade him, he gave her money, gifts, and gave her a farewell party. Wang Chu, in desperation, spent the entire time of the party pondering, telling himself that it was better to leave and not engage in an impossible love.

Wang Chu embarked one afternoon and had sailed a few miles when night fell. He told the sailor to tie up the boat and to rest, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not fall asleep. Around midnight, she heard footsteps approaching. He got up and asked:

-Who is there at this time of night?

-It's me, I'm Ch'ienniang.

Surprised and happy, Wang Chu ushered her into the boat. She told him that her father had been unfair to him and that she could not resign herself to being separated from him. She, too, had feared that Wang Chu, in her despair, might be driven to suicide. That's why she had braved the anger of her parents and the disapproval of the people and she had come to follow him wherever he went. Both, very happy, continued the trip to Szechuen.

Five years of happiness passed, and she bore him two children. But there was no news from the family and she, Ch'ienniang, thought more and more of her father. This was the only cloud in her happiness. She did not know whether her parents were alive or not, and one night she confided her grief to Wang Chu.

"You're a good daughter," he said, "five years have passed and their anger must have passed." Let's go home.

She ch'ienniang she rejoiced and they prepared to return with the children.

When the boat arrived at her hometown, Wang Chu told Ch'ienniang.

We don't know how we will find your parents. Let me go first and find out.

Spotting the house, he felt his heart beating. Wang Chu saw her mother-in-law, knelt down, bowed, and begged for forgiveness. Chang Yi looked at him in amazement and said:

-What are you taking about? Five years ago, Ch'ienniang has been in bed and unconscious. He has not gotten up once.

"I don't understand," said Wang Chu, "she is perfectly healthy and she is waiting for us on board."

Chang Yi did not know what to think and sent two maidens to see Ch'ienniang.

They found her sitting in the boat well dressed and happy. Amazed, the maidens returned and Chang Yi's astonishment increased.

Meanwhile, the sick woman had heard the news and she seemed to have been cured: her eyes shone with a new light. She left the bed and dressed in front of the mirror. Smiling and without saying a word, she headed for the boat.

The one on board was going towards the house: they met on the shore. They embraced and the two bodies merged and only one Ch'ienniang remained, young and beautiful as always. Her parents rejoiced, but ordered the servants to keep quiet, to avoid comment.

For more than forty years, Wang Chu and Ch'ienniang lived together and were happy.

END

Note: This tale is from the Tang Dynasty era: 7th-10th centuries

The Chinese mirror









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Anonymous: Chinese

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A Chinese farmer went to town to sell his rice crop and his wife asked him not to forget to bring her a comb.

After selling his rice in the city, the farmer met with some companions, and they drank and celebrated for a long time. Later, a bit confused, when he returned, he remembered that his wife had asked him for something, but what was it? He could not remember. He then bought the first thing that caught his attention in a women's store: a mirror. And he returned to the town.

He gave the gift to his wife and went to work his fields. The woman looked in the mirror and began to cry uncontrollably. Her mother asked her the reason for those tears.

The woman gave him the mirror and said:

-My husband has brought another woman, young and beautiful.

The mother took the mirror, looked at it and said to her daughter:

-You do not have to worry, she is an old woman.

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The chest mirror



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Anonymous: Chinese

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Returning from a business trip, a man bought a mirror in the city, an object that until then he had never seen, nor did he know what it was. But precisely that ignorance made him feel attracted to that mirror, because he thought he recognized the face of his father in it. Amazed, he bought it and, without saying anything to his wife, kept it in a chest they had in the attic of the house. From time to time, when he felt sad and lonely, he would go "to see his father."

But his wife found him very affected every time she saw him come back from the attic, so one day she spied on him and she found that there was something in the chest and that she was looking inside it for a long time.

When the husband went to work, the woman opened the chest and she saw in it a woman whose features were familiar to her but she could not tell who it was. From there a great marital fight arose, because the wife said that there was a woman inside the chest, and the husband assured that her father was there.

At that moment, a monk who was highly revered by the community passed by, and when he saw them arguing, he wanted to help them bring peace to his home. The spouses explained the dilemma to him and invited him to go up to the attic and look into the chest. The monk did so and, to the surprise of the couple, he assured them that at the bottom of the chest who really rested was a Zen monk.

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The man who plays the heavenly flute



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Anonymous: Chinese

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Many, many years ago, at the foot of the Five Finger Mountains, there lived a man who played the bamboo flute beautifully. He played it so well that the oriole did not dare to compete with him, the blackbird did not sing such beautiful melodies and not even the lark trilled with such rich sonority. When he began to play the flute, the birds stopped in mid-flight, the peasants who tilled the land stopped their chores; the elderly felt rejuvenated and the children jumped for joy... And his music was so beautiful that people believed that he had come down from heaven, for which they nicknamed him "Man who plays the heavenly flute".

One day, the Dragon-King of the South Sea entertained the divinities with a banquet on the beach. Eight thousand geniuses in rich exotic clothing chatted and enjoyed drinking around the host, who wore a habit cinched with a jade belt. And precisely that same day of the festival, after having walked ten days and ten nights, the "Man who plays the heavenly flute" arrived at the beach to fish. He spread the net over the calm sea, sat down on a clean, smooth stone and began to play the flute. At that very moment, as the Dragon-King raised his glass to toast his guests, he heard a sound as wondrous as he had ever thought to hear. Each one of the gods stood in suspense, even forgetting about the tables laden with delicacies and dropping their jade goblets. The man with the flute did not know nor could he imagine that, at that moment, so many divinities were listening to how he played his flute. Moreover, the gods, for their part, were convinced that whoever touched her thus must surely have descended from the upper heaven to the human world.

The Dragon-King liked the sound of that flute so much that he wanted to find the player to teach his son to play the instrument. And, following the direction from which the sound came, he found the man, who gathered up his net, tucked the flute into his broad belt, and followed the Dragon-King to his palace.

Three years had already passed and the King's son had learned to play the bamboo flute, so the piper, who missed his family and his people very much, begged the father to let him come home. The grateful King granted it to him and told his son to accompany the teacher to choose two gifts-the ones he wanted-from the royal treasury. There were red, yellow, blue precious stones…; glittering gold bars, and hundreds of thousands of extremely valuable items. The flute player took a long look at the Dragon King's treasure room and, seeing a cylindrical basket made of bamboo strips, he thought: "This utensil can be used to store the shrimp and fish that I catch." He took it and attached it to his belt. Later, in a closet, he discovered a rain cape and reflected: "With this cape I can go to the beach to fish even on rainy and windy days." And this was the second and last gift he chose.

As he left the treasure room accompanied by the son of the Dragon-King, the latter, very intrigued, asked him:

-Why have you chosen these simple objects among piles of gold and silver, pearls and precious stones?

The teacher replied with a smile:

-Gold and precious stones wear out and disappear. Instead, with this bamboo basket and rain cloak, I can go fishing every day, and with the fish I catch, I will never go hungry.

But when he returned to his house and went fishing for the first time, he discovered that those two gifts were really wonderful objects. When he returned from fishing, the bamboo basket was always overflowing with glittering fish, and the cloak, unfurled, carried him flying to the South Sea, to the place of fishing.

In this way, with the bamboo basket and the rain cloak, he flew to the Five Finger Mountains and, as soon as he played his flute, the sound spread through the sky and the whole world was filled with joy and joy. .

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The angry monk





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Anonymous: Chinese

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Two Zen monks were crossing a river. They met a very young and beautiful woman who also wanted to cross, but she was afraid.

Therefore, a monk put her on her shoulders and carried her to the other shore.

The other monk was furious. He didn't say anything but he boiled inside. That was forbidden. A Buddhist monk was not supposed to touch a woman and this monk had not only touched her, but he had carried her on her shoulders.

They travelled several leagues. When they arrived at the monastery, as they entered, the monk who was angry turned to the other and said:

I'll have to tell the teacher. I will have to report on this. Is prohibited.

-What are you talking about? What is prohibited? the other told him.

-You have forgotten. You carried this beautiful woman on your shoulders -said the one who was angry. The other monk laughed and then said:

-Yes, I took her. But I left her in the river, many leagues back. you're still loading it.

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The white monkey




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Anonymous: Chinese

 

In the year 545, under the Liang dynasty, the emperor sent an expedition led by the general Lin King to the south. Arriving at Kuelin, the general engaged the united rebel forces of Li Che-ku and Tchen Tche, while his lieutenant Euyang Ho pushed into Tchangle, clearing all the caverns of enemies and entering dangerous terrain.

It turns out that the Euyang woman, who had a delicate white complexion, was ravishingly beautiful.

"General," her men told her. Why have you brought such a beautiful woman here? In this region there is a god who boasts of kidnapping all the girls, and especially of not sparing the most beautiful. The guard must be redoubled.

Deeply alarmed, Euyang that night arranged for her guards to surround her house, and hid her woman in a secret room, locking her in with a dozen servants whom he charged to protect her.

The night was very dark, and a gloomy wind blew; however, all remained quiet until dawn. Finally, tired of watching, the guards began to doze. Suddenly they thought they perceived the presence of something unusual. Startled, they woke up and jumped off the ground, but the woman had already disappeared. The door remained closed and no one knew how she was able to get out of it. They dashed outside, searching the jagged mountain in front of them with their eyes, but the night was so dark that nothing could be seen within a step, and it was impossible to continue the search. Daylight came and no trace was found either.

Deeply indignant and sorrowful, Euyang swore that he would never return alone, and that he would find his wife first. Under the pretext that he was sick, he made his army camp there, and every day he set out to search in all directions, delving into the deepest and most dangerous ravines. A month later, thirty leagues from the camp, in a bamboo grove he found one of his wife's embroidered shoes, which, although soaked by the rain, was easy to recognize. More heartbroken than ever, Euyang continued his search for him. With about thirty of his most seasoned men, he spent the night sleeping in the caves or simply in the open air. After marching ten more days, and moving some sixty leagues from the camp, he discovered to the south a sinuous mountain covered with forests. Arriving at the foot of the mountain, he found it surrounded by a deep river. The crossing was made on an improvised raft. In the distance, between precipices and through the emerald bamboos, they perceived the reddish glow of silk dresses, and heard female voices and laughter.

Helping themselves with ropes, clinging to the wild vines, the warriors climbed the precipices. Up there, sumptuous trees were lined up, alternating with pictures of strange flowers, and enchanting meadows stretched out. Everything looked calm and cool like a retreat off the terrestrial world. To the east, under a portal dug into the rock itself, dozens of women, luxuriously dressed, passed and passed again with gestures of amusement, laughing and singing to the best of their ability. When they saw the men, they were as if paralyzed. They let them come closer, and then the women asked:

-Why did they come here?

Hearing Euyang's answer, the women sighed and looked at each other:

-Your wife has been with us for more than a month. She is now sick and she is bedridden. Come and see her.

Passing the wooden gate of the gate, Euyang saw three spacious rooms arranged like a great hall. Along the walls were rows of beds covered with silk cushions. There was her wife, lying on a marble bed, covered in luxurious blankets, and all kinds of exotic foods were displayed in front of her. As Euyang approached, she turned to him, recognized him, but she briskly waved him away.

"Among us there are those who have been here for ten years," the women told him. Here lives a man-killing monster. Even with a hundred well-armed waiters. They won't be able to do anything. They'd better turn back before our master returns. But bring us two tons of good wine, and ten dogs to serve as bait, and a few dozen kilos of hemp, and then we can help you kill him. They must come back in ten days, right at noon, and by no means earlier.

The women begged them to leave as soon as possible, and Euyang immediately withdrew.

Euyang returned on the appointed day with excellent liquor, hemp, and dogs.

"The monster is a great drinker," the women told him. He often drinks himself drunk. Once drunk, he likes to gauge his strength. He asks us to tie him hand and foot to his bed with silken cloth. Then it is enough for him to take a leap to break all the ties. But when we tie him with a triple loop of silk, he in vain strives to free himself. This time, if we tie him up with the hemp hidden in the silk cloth, we are sure that his efforts will be useless. His entire body is hard as iron, but we have observed that only one part is always protected, a few centimeters below the navel. Surely he is vulnerable there.

Then, showing him a cave next to the house, they told him:

-There's his pantry. Hide inside and quietly watch for him. Leave the wine with the flowers and let the dogs loose in the forest. When we have fulfilled our plan, then we will call them and they will come out of hiding.

Euyang and his men did as they were told, holding their breath and waiting. About noon something like a long piece of white silk fell from the top of a neighboring mountain, landed on the ground, and entered the cavern. From there, a moment later, a man with a handsome beard, six feet tall, dressed in a white robe, emerged. He advanced with a cane in his hand, surrounded by his women. Seeing the dogs, surprised, he pounced on them, tore them to pieces and devoured them to satiety. And all the women competed in the charming and smiling way in which they offered him wine in jade cups. When he drank several pints of liquor, the women helped him into his house. They continued to hear some female laughter. Moments later the women came out to warn the warriors. They entered with sword in hand, and found a great white monkey, all four limbs tied to the bed. Seeing the strangers approaching, and unable to break free, he cringed and rolled his glowing eyes. In unison, all weapons were brought down on him, but found only a body of iron and stone. Finally digging below the navel the blades entered directly into his body. Abruptly, blood began to flow. Then the white monkey began to moan and said:

-If I die it is because heaven wanted it that way. You guys don't have enough strength to kill me. As for your wife, she is already pregnant. Do not kill her son, who will in time serve a great monarch and make her family more prosperous than ever.

He barely uttered these words, he died.

The warriors then dedicated themselves to looking for the monster's goods. They found heaps of precious objects, and on the tables immense quantities of good things to eat. There were all the known treasures of the world, including several gallons of exotic essences and a pair of excellent swords. There were thirty women, all of them of incomparable beauty, and some had been there for ten years. They said that when a woman grew old or withered, they took her they didn't know where. The white monkey enjoyed only his women and an accomplice was never known.

Every morning he washed, covered himself with his hat. Winter and summer he wore a white silk robe with a collar of the same color. His entire body was covered in white hairs, several inches long. When he stayed at home, he liked to read wooden tablets, with writings that seemed indecipherable hieroglyphics, and when he finished reading them he would hide them in a hiding place in the rocks. Sometimes, when the weather was good, he practiced with his two swords, making them trace glowing circles, which surrounded him with a luminous halo, as if he were the moon. He drank and ate the most diverse foods, particularly fruit, nuts, and above all dogs, whom he liked to suck their blood. At noon he flew away, disappeared over the horizon. In only half a day he made a journey of a thousand leagues. He used to come home every night.

All his wishes were immediately fulfilled. He never slept at night; he passed her from bed to bed, enjoying all the women. Very erudite, he spoke with a magnificent and penetrating eloquence. However, in terms of his physique, he never stopped being some kind of gorilla.

That year, at the time when the leaves begin to fall, the white monkey, sad and dull, lamented:

-I finish being accused by the divinities of the mountain and I will be sentenced to death. But I will ask other spirits for protection, and perhaps I will escape the sentence.

Just after the full moon, his hideout caught fire and all of his tablets were destroyed. So he considered himself lost.

-I lived a thousand years without parents. Now I am going to have a son. It means that my death is near.

Later, contemplating all his women, he cried for a long time.

-This mountain is inaccessible. No one could ever get here. From its height I could never see a single axeman, since below it is full of tigers, wolves, and all kinds of ferocious beasts. How can men get here if not by the will of Heaven?

Euyang returned home taking jades, jewels, and all kinds of precious things. He also led all the women, some of whom still remembered their families.

After a year, Euyang's wife gave birth to a creature that resembled a monkey in every way. Euyang was later executed by Emperor Wu, under the Tchen dynasty. But his old friend Kiang Tson, who was very fond of Euyang's son because of his extraordinary intelligence, sheltered him under his roof. Thus the child was saved from death. Growing up he became a good writer and an excellent calligrapher. In short, he was a famous person in his time.

 

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The crumbling wall

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Anonymous: Chinese

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Once upon a time, there was a rich man in the Kingdom of Sung. After a downpour, the wall of his house began to crumble.

"If you don't repair that wall," his son told him, "a thief could get in there."

An old neighbour gave him the same warning.

That same night a large sum of money was stolen from the rich man, who praised his son's intelligence, but distrusted his old neighbour.

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The Miracle Denier



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Anonymous: Chinese

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Chu Fu Tze, denier of miracles, was dead; His son-in-law watched over him.

At dawn, the coffin rose and hung in the air, two-quarters above the ground. The pious son-in-law was horrified.

"Oh, revered father-in-law," he begged, "don't destroy my faith that miracles are impossible."

The coffin then slowly descended, and the son-in-law regained his faith.

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The landscaper



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Anonymous: Chinese

 

A very talented painter was sent by the emperor to a distant, unknown, recently conquered province, with the mission of bringing back painted images. The emperor's desire was to know those provinces in this way.

The painter traveled a lot, visited the corners of the new territories, but returned to the capital without a single picture, without even a sketch.

The emperor was surprised, and even angry.

Then the painter asked to be left with a large wall painting of the palace. On that wall he represented the whole country that he had just toured. When the work was finished, the emperor went to visit the great fresco. The painter, stick in hand, explained to him all the corners of the landscape, the mountains, the rivers, the forests.

When the description was finished, the painter approached a narrow path that left the foreground of the fresco and seemed to lose itself in space. The assistants had the sensation that the painter's body was gradually entering the path, that it was advancing little by little in the landscape, that it was getting smaller. Soon a curve in the path hid it from his eyes. And instantly the whole landscape disappeared, leaving the great wall bare.

The emperor and the people around him returned to their chambers in silence.

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The dream of the creepy fly



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Anonymous: Chinese

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Li Wei dreamed that a creepy fly was hanging around his room, inopportunely interrupting one of his deep meditations. Annoyed, he started chasing her trying to smack the unpleasant buzz from him. He was carrying in his hand, for this purpose, the first edition of With the glass of wine in my hand I interrogate the moon, an epic poem by his close friend Li Taibo. He ran and ran tirelessly between the small space of those four walls, shaking his arms as if he were a fly himself. This company was of little use to him. The fly, perched on the frame of the portrait of his beloved, was looking at him with bored indifference.

Exhausted from the chase, Li Wei woke up in a flurry. On the bedside table was perched, distracted, the annoying insect. With a manly slap, the philosopher ended the short life of the sad fly.

Li Wei will never know if he killed a fly or one of his dreams.

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The Spear and Shield Seller



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Anonymous: Chinese

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In the Kingdom of Chu there lived a man who sold spears and shields.

"My shields are so strong," he boasted, "that nothing can get past them." My spears are so sharp that there is nothing they cannot pierce.

-What happens if one of your spears collides with one of your shields? someone asked.

The seller did not know what to answer.

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The fox that harnessed the power of the tiger



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Anonymous: Chinese

 

A tiger caught a fox.



"You can't eat me," said the fox. The Emperor of Heaven appointed me king of all animals. If you eat me, the Emperor will punish you for disobeying his orders. And if you don't believe me, come with me. You will see how all the animals run away as soon as they see me and no one approaches.

The tiger agreed to accompany him and as soon as the other animals saw them arrive, they escaped. The tiger thought that they were afraid of the fox and did not realize that they were escaping through him.

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Fearful man

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Anonymous: Chinese

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Lowering his head, she saw her shadow before him and imagined that an evil spirit was lying at her feet.

Looking up, his gaze fell on two locks of his hair and he believed that a demon was behind him.

Backing up and running he came home, fell to the ground and gave up his soul.



With affection,

Ruben