a fantastic novel - >Danielle Grandhomme
The first days it was great... the sun was above us and the fresh air surrounded our bodies; it was too late to go back. The catastrophis had begun, said George, it's time for us to leave the port...
Yes, it's time..., answered Nicole whispering the few words while she was absorbed by the magic atmosphere, I'll try to get to the Fundation, in order to fix the plan.
All right, dear, but don't be too late... the sun is approaching too fast.
Just three of us, together on this anonymous rock. The helicopter was down the valley, but we couldn't go to it anymore, of course; the water of the river had overflown and was swallowing the remaining camp site structures. "Minerva" it had been called... now there was no more of it. Twenty years of research destroyed in few days.
Twenty years of research destroyed in few days.
Twenty years... it sounds such a long flow of time, and even is just a glipmse from our past days... Nabeel, the local coordinator, from Lahore, had accepted us very warmly, as every one did. Of course they had to, because we were looking to find an issue to the next water avalanche we were expecting... some thirty years, or more. his large conceptual glasses enlarged his deep eyes, and the smile was thus brighter.
Goodevening, sirs, said Nabeel, introducing us into his working world. My bureau is a bit messy, but, you know, I do not have much time to clean it up, and my sister is on vacation, these days...
It wasn't really messy... it was... cahotic, yes: the centre of creative mind, everything could be reached and visible from his computer place, but it was all stacked in an apparent mound, hard to be detected from outside.
He took off some books and blankets from the chairs near the wall; please sit down, I'll bring you a nice tea.
Waiting for the tea to come, Nicole and I wandered our eyes round the room...There were on the wall some posters of his hometown, Lahore. "Shahi Mahjid" an imposing and elegant building in a night view, reminded me the magical atmosphere of Pakistan, half indian and half persian in its elegant and popular charming attitude. Far deepened in the mysteries of the past, but still already here to be lived in its sounds and perfumes.
Here is the tea, said Nabeel entering the room with a fuming "plateau" with small glasses and a long traditional teapot. Sorry, it's not all complete service, but Generally I have no time to it... by the way, all our tea comes from Kenya... which proves we are all brothers in the world. he laughed with us while i was already sipping this hot and harmonious drink.
Well, the Fundation wants some results of local researches,as I know from the mails Dr.Whang sent to the University center. You know, I just coordinate the work, and really do not know what the internationl group is searching... and moreover i don't want to use my time on that. sorry to sound rude, but my personal studies are a bit dfferent, you know. Litterature and phylosophy is my world.
Nicole smiled, sure we know, professor Nabeel, you published hundreds of books in just five years! You are amazing.
Really, I just digg in our traditions, and carry out a complete anthology of poems and ancient stories almost lost in our days... Facebook takes a lot of our time, and...(he laughed) mine too, because I like it; but i can manage to use the rest of the day to search and write.
Who shall we meet then to go on with our researches?
I'll let you know later; this person is a real master of knowledge, with plenty of strange ideas... I'll call a cab to bring you to the hotel. Just for today: tomorrowyou'll go to the campsite.
"Minerva" is it?
Yes, Minerva. But don't ask me why this name... too many people ask me, but still I don't know!
We all laughed together in a friendly enchanted atmosphere.
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"We're going home together" shouts george from the top of the hill; Nicole nods her head but cannot smile...
- the rain begins to pour down, again... another wet day
-We'll have plenty, Nicole, I answer her.
-yes, I forgot... I'm still not used to this weather... not here!
-Ok, but at least the clouds protect us from the sun... just for a while.
-I'ts amazing how quickly the clouds form, gather and rain off... they seem to come from nowhere, and suddenly, we're all wet.
-Like in Ireland- I reply
we both laugh
-yes... Ireland... so far away
-Where have you put the irish book of Kyteler's treasure? no one must get it. It's too early.
-Sure, the corporates will want to use it for commerce
-And war...
-Yes... another book to disappear. What else could we do?
-Poor Petronilla ,she was the first Irish woman to be burned at the stake for the crime of heresy. She served as a maid to Lady Alice Kyteler, a real alchemist and still one of the earliest women to be accused of witchcraft.
-Yes, answered Nicole...In Kilkenny, Ireland ... 1324. And poor Lady Alice Kyteler, along with her son and ten others,she became one of the earliest targets of witchcraft accusations, centuries before the more famous rash of witch trials in the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries.
-Bastards...To extract her confession, the bishop ordered the torture of Lady Alice's maid and confidante, Petronilla who claimed that she and her mistress applied a magical ointment to a wooden beam, which enabled both women to fly. She was then forced to proclaim publicly that Lady Alice and her followers were guilty of witchcraft.
-Well...witches... they DID fly, finally..., but not on wood! And not a carpet... a real model of aircraft... just few meters, but still it was not levitation, but propulsion!
we both laugh.
-So, the celtic runes we found on the petroglyphs in Iran, were a bit a strange coincidence!
-Sure... we made that stone disappear just in time! is it still in the Minerva caves?
-No one can find them... the caves are so deep and widespread... a true Labirynth, and no mythical Arianna is now here to find the way out! They are all locked in the walls, strongly stoned.
-Which gallery did we use?
-The one that connects us to Kariz, in Iran
-A long way to find it then! Almost safe.
mercoledì 2 giugno 2010
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