Chronicles From The Future: The amazing story of Paul Amadeus Dienach

Another building that fascinated me was the Church of Alma, which is both the palace and the temple of the spirit at the same time. Built in Gothic style, it is mainly famous for the sculptures on its facade. Its construction began in the 9th century by the famous architect Rauschen Torneo, but finished later on because its creator passed away before he completed it. Two hundred meters away is the garden where the great-grandfathers of the present generation had managed to store centuries-old rocks from the pedestal of the ancient statue of Castello Sforzesco, in a rectangular railing with an uninscribed plaque.

Markfor is a state that can be loved dearly since it combines the old with the new times. If you are an art lover, Markfor will welcome you through its three major museums: the Luigi Davide, the Titiano and the Goya, and then the Nibrera and countless other, smaller ones, among which the famous special Tenarelis museum/glyptotheque. If you want to study any field, you won’t find a better place to do it. You can choose from simple lectures to large universities attended by the Cives and even academies of philosophy and the fine arts.

As far as libraries are concerned, the four largest ones are open, each one dedicated to a different field: the Aidersian is for literature, the Cartesian for philosophy, the Alexandrian for history and the Laurentian for the history of art. And of course, they also have the famous symphonic orchestras of Markfor, where you can listen to all kinds of music; from ecclesiastical music to the masterpieces of Valmandel, Svelder, Holger Nielsen, Ruthemir and so many others...

If you are a sports fan, Markfor has no wrestling rings and fields and courts for matches to offer because they now detest our sports and all sorts of records, but it has abundant physical exercise centres and swimming pools where, however, no record is ever pursued and no competition is ever held.

If you happen to be sad, a walk through the streets of the city will suffice to make you feel better. And if you still have the heart of a child, then Markfor, the favourite “wildflower”, the state with the bright smile, will welcome you with sunbeams streaming through the chestnut trees of the Parco Centrale and its gardens will embrace you!

The way the people face the world and see their peers here is very different from ours. So are the rules of socialising with each other. If you walk down the street no one will bother you. If you’re standing still, staring at the ponds in one of the large parks, they will leave you in your thoughts. Never has it happened for someone to speak to me when I’m alone in such circumstances.

It is, however, a completely different case if you enter one of the games centres, sports stadiums, pools, or larinters, as they call them. I remember what happened to me one morning, about five months ago, one of the first days that I went and listened to Lain. Early in the morning, before the lecture, I went past a great stadium that seemed to have a vast array of facilities for table tennis and I entered, curious to see up close all the tables lined up. I walked around and, naturally, every once in a while I stopped and stared. But I seemed to have forgotten what Stefan had told me a million times, that is, that “here there are no strangers”, until I realised on my own that in

such circumstances they don’t leave you in peace. Therefore, after a while, two girls and a young man in his thirties who was accompanying them—all three strangers to me—came towards me and asked me if I wanted to play with them. I replied as politely as I could and finishing my sentence with the necessary “tank”(their word for “thank you”) that today I was in a hurry, adding that “perhaps another morning I could have the pleasure of doing so”. I didn’t know what else to say. You shouldn’t tell your name here, nor do people ask it or tell you theirs. Nevertheless, they might have been strangers to me but to them I was their old, anonymous comrade at the glothners

, a person worthy of interacting with, a partner, even a friend!

In such conditions of social life, who could ever feel lonely here? The feeling that I had so many a time experienced in my previous life, the melancholy of loneliness, was unknown here!

THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE “BIG DAY” AND THE EXTINCTION OF THE RACES