Now I should perhaps tell a bit about this place. Not that I'm in now, but the one where I was then. Then when we were following the chase, I mean. I've told you what was foggy. But of course I could not make you a real idea. It was so dense this fog, which almost nobody has been able see in his life to the top of any tree without arrampicarcisi. It's not that everybody is going to climb trees just for the sake of seeing the top, and then not know for sure that there is a top, and not all hearsay. Or why go up there with no view to admire? Some, to be frank, he argued that above the fourteenth floor, the fog tends to thin out and disappear. But anyway, even if it were true, we would see from up there, if not always just fog? But I admit that this fog we had an advantage: travel was virtually impossible to arrive at the square was already a miracle of memory: 37 steps right, 51 right, still 563 steps straight ahead, with the perennial risk falling in the garden of some stranger with pitchfork, or, worse, fall on the pitchfork of some stranger in his garden. This advantage, resulting from the extreme difficulty of the move, meant that our small country to become boundless. Besides, not even the universe is infinite until you have sailed far and wide? And is not the incalculable number of stars until I have all counted? And is not eternal all this , except that the time was born with it? On the other hand, our land could be regarded as effectively infinite, since it had no way to put border. To what end? Neither party would never, by any direction, to try to overcome them. And so it was easy to feel a strong sense of brotherhood towards all other people in the world. Although no one has ever seen. But assume that you have always gotten along. The square, square, was surrounded on three sides by a porch and looked out on the fourth square of the old disused church. Well, someone still c'andava, even if you do not know what to do. I mean ... Christianity was already dead and buried stuff (but not yet risen) when we were children ourselves. There were other superstitions, other cults, which gave more satisfaction. I do not mean that he does not like to think that every time someone gets to crucify you, but in the long run than anything else, finisci per sentirti in colpa. Anche perché io penso che il mondo da quando è morto Gesù non sia migliorato proprio per niente. E anche se ci ha mondati tutti da qualche orribile peccato perpetrato dai due idioti dell'Eden, beh... comunque siam sempre qua che dobbiam "andare e moltiplicarci", no? Sarà questo, sarà la nebbia che ci rende inviso il cristianesimo. La nebbia che ci fa "restare e separarci".
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