Post by account_disabled on Dec 20, 2023 3:29:22 GMT
This Sunday's story is long, over 8000 words, so I decided to publish it in ebook. It is a story written some time ago for the Grand Prix race, revised for the occasion and with the addition of a brief historical and geographical note. The first snow was beginning to whiten the streets of Longyearbyen. It descended at times, with little conviction, but there, in the arctic archipelago of the Svalbard islands, the last human outpost before the pole, winter was arriving. In reality it never ended, it was possible to find expanses of snow in any season of the year. But now the days were starting to get shorter. Now the darkness returned, to become absolute master until March.
Meanwhile, the inhabitants of Special Data Longyearbyen and the other two inhabited cities of Spitzbergen, the largest island of the archipelago, could still count on fully illuminated days. Sunlight all day long. The light that dispelled the nightmares of the night and the mysteries of the frozen and desolate lands. And the blinding white in which things no one had ever encountered moved.Take the reader back in time or forward into the future.She noticed that people, approaching him, immediately distanced themselves from him, as if they were afraid of trespassing or being bitten, or even contaminated. There was no risk of contamination. The mass follows the mass, not the individual. He was amazed to ask himself, or rather to imagine, if an individual, just one, could move the masses.
An idea to follow and pursue to reform, for better or for worse, the Rome and Italy of today. It could happen, but what are the consequences? With his mind almost immersed in those thoughts that he considered senseless, he did not notice the immense shadow that darkened the square for a few moments. In front of him he saw people rolling their eyes, but was anyone able to capture what passed over the Roman skies that morning? An elderly woman screamed and fainted. A passing gentleman promptly picked her up, placed her on a bench and tried to revive her. A group of onlookers formed and so no one noticed what that strange and gigantic shadow produced.I struggled to my feet and called out to my second, Mr. Calbhach Murray, a determined and reliable Irishman. No one answered, but I heard voices shouting and a great commotion coming from the bridge.
Meanwhile, the inhabitants of Special Data Longyearbyen and the other two inhabited cities of Spitzbergen, the largest island of the archipelago, could still count on fully illuminated days. Sunlight all day long. The light that dispelled the nightmares of the night and the mysteries of the frozen and desolate lands. And the blinding white in which things no one had ever encountered moved.Take the reader back in time or forward into the future.She noticed that people, approaching him, immediately distanced themselves from him, as if they were afraid of trespassing or being bitten, or even contaminated. There was no risk of contamination. The mass follows the mass, not the individual. He was amazed to ask himself, or rather to imagine, if an individual, just one, could move the masses.
An idea to follow and pursue to reform, for better or for worse, the Rome and Italy of today. It could happen, but what are the consequences? With his mind almost immersed in those thoughts that he considered senseless, he did not notice the immense shadow that darkened the square for a few moments. In front of him he saw people rolling their eyes, but was anyone able to capture what passed over the Roman skies that morning? An elderly woman screamed and fainted. A passing gentleman promptly picked her up, placed her on a bench and tried to revive her. A group of onlookers formed and so no one noticed what that strange and gigantic shadow produced.I struggled to my feet and called out to my second, Mr. Calbhach Murray, a determined and reliable Irishman. No one answered, but I heard voices shouting and a great commotion coming from the bridge.