Multiplying Ratio: Part 5. The charming Alà dei Sardi, Sardinia
The sixth day
My journey continued towards the south-east, the first inhabited place that I met offered me a fountain that I could wash myself sufficiently, the bar served me a nice coffee, I consulted the maps for the umpteenth time, and then head towards my way.
Once you're on your way to the top of everything becomes more beautiful, from there you can try to discern what will your future path, and as winding it will be all for the better, so you will not have to sweat, a descent will accompany you. One only has to know how to keep the road. But alas the look, and your memories taken to see that over that later, in front of you, an impassable mountain be your next goal to be achieved and how you can force yourself to hope that another possible route, less tiring, there might be, he will become closer and frightening.
What life indeed not to take this real illusion.
Li at the top you can surely enjoy, but also reflect, but then why not go down head first down the hill? and experience the thrill of your journey?
After several hours of strenuous climb, I found accommodations at a guard post of the forest. They invited me to their table, and I think this was their only occupation in the hope that some fire for getting them a little 'joy, and then it would be unleashed hell, ran off with their sirens blaring down means at the descent, at a groped contraffuoco surely save acres of forest.
But instead, none of this, their bellies were swollen with local beer and watermelon, and with a little 'distrust also offered me some' of their delusion, but my thirst for knowledge exceeded every wall with them I also spoke of prostitutes, but they gave me the opportunity, they continued to offer their hospitality, and I was very happy. Better their beer and watermelon that urban despair.
Perhaps only the commander greeted me when inforcai bicycle, probably from putting out the fire had been very close, more than he could see with his telescope, and maybe still not burning inside.
The sun had stopped shining with its full grandeur, a short detour to the village on the hill I could be very useful, I could make some food and water supply.
The main street was full of old people talking to each other and we peered from under his cap.
The children ran barefoot near the tank, dipping their course in the puddles forming sketches ever higher and more distant. Walking through the narrow streets ran a tavern in the home, I sent for a coffee and a nice jug of water, the lady apologized 'for not being able to offer a coffee' espresso, I accepted his apology drinking than the pot, then went on.
The valley at sunset offered me a wonderful show, I was truly alone, the road winding intoxication gave to my particular journey, the feeling was to find himself as on the mountains, where the trees begin to thin out, and the land is almost bare austere.
I looked for a place where I could spend the night, and enjoying its quiet noise, down to the river now dry I found my bed.
The moon was already high now, but my sleep was slow to arrive, my thoughts were with ... I do not know what, maybe all conceivable subject, ghosts of profits, that this was unnecessary for a social imaginary, there were no doubts, but as indeed they can involve, in a real if not through this action charge symbols.
Already what I was doing allowed me to be closer to myself without having to constantly mediate, nothing I was required only to this land, my legs and the almighty God could and had to be accountable. Being so close to themselves seemed almost impossible, there were no thoughts of desire, I was the fulfillment of desire, at that time I was there and not in another place. What could now claim my sorrows in front of all this.
There was no revenge, I was faced with another path that of courage to exist apart from....
That night I could only sleep, sleep I was not close at least not as much as they were mosquitoes.