Party ... exploring the kingdom of my father, every day I go away from the city and the news I am receiving are becoming increasingly rare. [...] I thought that at the start, that in a few weeks I would have easily reached the borders of the kingdom, but I always continued to meet new people and places, and wherever men who spoke my own language, who claimed to be my subjects . [...] Are we turn on ourselves ,[...] This may explain why we have not reached the far frontier. But more often torments me doubt that this border does not exist, that the kingdom should extend without limitation and that, as I step, never took to reach the end. I [...] bother to communicate during the trip, with my loved ones, and among the knights of the stock I chose the seven best, I serve as messengers. I thought, unaware that seven have had even an exaggeration. With the passage of time I noticed that on the contrary were ridiculously short. Do not use the remote from my house, I sent you the first, Alexander [...] The next evening, to ensure continuity of communications, I sent the second, then third, then fourth, sequentially, until the eighth week of travel, in which Gregory left. The first had not yet returned .[...] We reached the tenth night, when we were putting down the camp for the night, in an uninhabited valley. I learned from Alexander that his rapidità era stata inferiore al previsto;[...] In una giornata, mentre noi avanzavamo di quaranta leghe, lui ne divorava sessanta, ma non di più. [...] Ben presto constatai che bastava moltiplicare per cinque i giorni fin lì impiegati per sapere quando il messaggero ci avrebbe ripresi. Allontanandoci sempre più dalla capitale, l'itinerario dei messi si faceva ogni volta più lungo. Dopo cinquanta giorni di cammino, l'intervallo fra un arrivo e l'altro dei messaggeri cominciò a spaziarsi sensibilmente; mentre prima me ne vedevo arrivare al campo uno ogni cinque giorni, questo intervallo divenne di venticinque; la voce della mia città diveniva in tal modo sempre più fioca; [...] Trascorsi che furono sei mesi [...] The interval between one and the other messengers increased to four months. They bore me news now distant ,[...] crumpled envelopes came over me Come, come! Vagabonds met the plains told me that the lines were not far off. I make my men do not leave, turn off the accents that were disappointing on their lips. Had already been four years since my departure, which long fatigue .[...] Twenty months of silence and solitude hours elapse between successive appearances of the messengers. I wore curious letters yellowed by time, and finds forgotten names, unusual ways to say to me, feelings that I could not understand .[...] But eight and a half years I was having dinner alone in trascorsi.Stasera Domenico when he entered my tent, which could still smile though distorted by fatigue. For almost seven years does not revise it. Throughout this long period he had done nothing but run through meadows, forests and deserts, how many times changing beast, to bring that parcel of envelopes that so far I wanted to open. He has already gone to sleep and start again tomorrow morning. Leave for the last time. On the notebook I calculated that if all goes well, I still like the way I've done so far and he his, I can not review Dominic among thirty-four. I then I'll be seventy-two. But I start to feel tired and it is likely that the death of me comes before. So do not take it ever again. Fra Domenico thirty-four years will see the fires of my camp unexpectedly and never ask why in the meantime, I have made so little way. How good a messenger will come tonight in my tent with the letters yellowed with age, full of absurd news of a time already gone, but will stop in the doorway, seeing property [...] and dead. Yet it
, Dominic, and do not tell me I'm cruel! Porta my last goodbye to the city where I was born. You are the surviving link with the world once was mine too. Most recent posts have made me know that I consider [...] lost, they have built tall buildings which were previously under the oak trees where I was usually playing. But it is still my old home. The fifth ,[...] messenger will not start because it would not make more time to return. After you silence, or Sunday, unless I finally found the longed boundaries. [...] I go to convincing myself that there probably will cross the border .[...] limit without even realizing it and I will continue to move forward, unaware .[...] A 'unusual anxiety for some time you turn on me in the evening ,[...] is impatient to know the unknown lands to which I head. Vado noticing, and I have not told anyone yet, I noticed that [...] shone a light in the sky and the air unusually [...] rechi presagi che non so dire. Una speranza nuova mi trarrà domattina ancora più avanti, verso quelle montagne inesplorate che le ombre della notte stanno occultando...
Tratto da "La boutique del mistero" di Dino Buzzati.
-E' raro che un libro consigliato a scuola si riveli così piacevole-. Emily
