Our native soil draws all of us, by I know not
what sweetness, and never allows us to forget
(Ovid, Epist. ex Pont., I, 3, 34)

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what sweetness, and never allows us to forget
(Ovid, Epist. ex Pont., I, 3, 34)
Arriving to Cabrera, the entrance of the port was occupied by a race of ancient ships just sailing out for a trip around the island.
If in last August we went to see the cellar built by the Feliu family who attempted in vain to introduce the art of viticulture in the island of Cabrera, and the recently excavated remains of the Byzantine monastery, yesterday we decided to climb up to the late fourteenth century castle dominating the harbor entrance.
The castle has succesfully protected the island from the sporadic occupations of pirates who used it as a platform to their raids along the coasts of Mallorca.
towards the interior part of the sea, there is Cabrera, threatening
with naufrage [insidiosa naufragiis]”
The French captives deported here from 1809 on, during the Spanish War Independence, established a small open air theatre between these rocks. Of the 13500 persons brought here only 3500 managed to survive with heroic efforts.