I arrived to Trondheim once, some day on a cool November night . . .
In those distant days of my childhood, surrounded by books telling fantastic adventures of faraway lands and nations, I read once about a Greek explorer named Pytheas, who began a journey unto the edge of the very world, arriving to a place in the farthest north, a place plenty of prodigies and exciting wonders that he baptized as “Ultima Thule”. Many centuries later, in our times, some experts concluded that very probably Pytheas arrived to the place where nowadays the city of Trondheim lies. A city visited by the pilgrims and travelers of the Northern Lands since the middle ages, because of its cathedral. I decided then, with childish determination, to go and visit such place, one day “when bigger and stronger” emulating Pytheas. The time passed, and the childhood dreams faded . . .
But many years later, I was a pilgrim myself, that came from a very faraway land, searching for lost innocent illusions. I arrived there, to the cathedral, that cold and remote night of November, and had with me two symbolic objects, an old necklace from my childhood, and the necklace of dear Mona, who had passed away a few years before. My necklace represented my childhood, a difficult one, but always plenty of hope and good will, the necklace of Mona represented my ill-fated youth, and the memory of a lovely friend, that was with me in moments when I had lost my faith and my spirit.
I difficultly buried them in the freeze soil and left the place, left the past behind forever. The circle was complete. A circle that began on a god´s forgotten place 27 years before, between tales and adventures of impossible worlds. And I did shout a loudly Hooray!!!! one, two, three times. I turned around and could barely see myself as a child there, at the entrance of the huge church, standing by Mona. A child that was able, finally, to smile, grateful and with a feeling of freedom and safe. "Thanks" the child whispered "for bringing me here" "and because you never did stop believing"
I smiled and began walking back, to the present and left a lot of things behind. Bygone life, bygone times . . .




6 comments:
Beautiful, Alberto, your words and images, the journey you take us on to Ultima thule.
Did you know that there is also a 'place' in Australia by the name of Ultima Thule. It features as the title of a famous Australian novel, part of a trilogy by Henry Handel Richardson, who despite her name was a woman.
Thank you very much Elisabeth. This story represents a lot for me, since it was kind of a wonderful end for a long journey, a personal and sometimes heart-breaking journey that had nonetheless such a magical ending. I had never heard of such place you mention!! and neither the novel the one I am going to try to get as soon as possible . . . I think we all have our own journey, unto our personal Ultima Thule, after all. . . Thanks for reading :)
intresting, and great imagines
Dette ble for meg både en veldig spesiell, litt merkelig og mystisk fortelling.. og ikke minst vakker.. Jeg måtte lese opp og ned hele to ganger.. Og Pytheas.. jeg måtte google og fant ham på wikipedia.. Der sto Thule, men ikke Trondheim.. Helt opp til Nordland, mener jeg det sto at han kom..
Denne, din historie, din store eventyrlige drøm fra barn, som førte deg til sist til Trønderbyen og landet her på toppen i nord, det ble som et eventyr også for meg.. :) Da har du vært i Trøndelag også du.. og jeg tror du er ganske belært og intelligent Alberto..
Takk for fortellingen!
Ønsker deg gode dager! :)
Takk så mye kjære Viola, for at du leste dette og dine nydelige ord. Du er en så fantastisk menneske og du har ett hjerte av gull. Mange klemmer fra meg til deg vennen min.
Og mange mange gode dager skal du ha :)
Thank you Lau :)
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