He said it was going to be like a very long holiday.
An explanation for the locals: He came here to recover from a deadly disease.
We went to visit him. In the Angel Mountain, a place called Siberia. Where the strong wind Bora is born. Conceived in Italy, with a vigorous intensity of a new-born, it shapes the whole area. Leaving the river bed like a channel behind, and shaping a hole through the mountain.
His house was the first to be hit by the wind. The hole in the mountain was his “window” to the people living in the small town at the foot of the mountain. He gave himself a new name, “Sibirski Orao” (Siberian eagle).
She had a strong yearning towards the small church. She would often go there.
For me, that was the “Časi Hudournika” (Time of the torrent).
“Moreover the rushing sky is constantly turning, and drags along the remote stars, and whirls them in rapid orbits. I move the opposite way, and its momentum does not overcome me as it does all other things, and I ride contrary to its swift rotation. Suppose you are given the chariot. What will you do? Will you be able to counter the tuning poles so that the swiftness of the skies does not carry you away?”