- “Have a drink, please. It is cognac from
Charente, one of the few things that I appreciate of French people.”
This way saying he poured some
of that liquid in a short, carved wine glass, explaining that a cognac, to be really good, has to
leave, if slightly rotated, a thin layer of color inside the glass.
As soon as I had drunk, I
immediately felt a comforting warmth. On the warm’s alcohol wave I thought that
that man surely knew so much indeed about life. His theories, yet quiet
abstruse to me, showed however a sort of suggestive charm.
- “You certainly know how has the second world war concluded” -
said the man, who went on talking about the last phases of the war, mixing them
with some personal circumstances and original points of view, totally different
from official historical interpretation .
- “Excuse me , my friends, for detouring from the main path” -
he returned to say taking back the main stream of his narration. -“After all,
such problems, didn't interest to me so much at the time, neither they interest
to me today. I had to follow my life, and rather, the use of the atomic bombs
in Japan made me understand, even more, the urgency of stopping mankind’s
foolishness, under the risk of destroying the world and all its living forms.
When I was dismissed, appointed as a real hero, I decided to go to pay a visit
to my father. I still felt some grudge towards him and perhaps, I thought, I
would fling to him my medals, which “his” king had given to me. But the
memoirs of my happy infancy wound me in a veil of emotion and when I saw my
father, old and tired, convicted on a wheels chair, I understood that was time
to pass over and look at future.
7. to be continued...
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