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

Yesterday afternoon I took the veloscooter for a ride for the second time. The evening view of Markfor is completely different from the morning one. This time there were thousands of people on the streets and there was plenty of light everywhere. As I heard, all these people had just returned from the Valley, where they had travelled yesterday for the big day, the anniversary of 1510 years since the day of the union, the day when a true state with law and order replaced the political and economic anarchy of the past. I also overheard some young people on the street singing something that reminded me of the words children in ancient Sparta used to say to the elders:“άμμες δε γ’ εσσόμεθα πολλώ κάρρονες”, which means “but we shall become much better than you”.

Dear Lord, please help those

Who come tomorrow

Be better than us today

And make them worthier

For the sake

Of the greatness

And the glory

Of our beloved Earth!

The torchlight procession that took place ended in front of the towering statue of John Terring, in the middle of the square, as is the case on this night every year.

Behind that square begins one of the largest main arteries of eastern Markfor. I’m almost home. The skyline of Markfor, embellished with thousands of100-storey skyscrapers on both sides, seems endless and incredible. And everywhere around them: huge, beautiful gardens.

Passing by here, I feel young and happy too, I feel like one of them. And lately this feeling is very frequent. It seems as if this gap of mine in education and tradition has magically been filled tonight, as if I have assimilated their experiences and made them my own.

Late last night, at the cheerful dinner table of the Cives from Riyalta, on the immense rooftop of one of the skyscrapers enclosed with crystal fences the ancestral memories of the common meals of the early Eldere came alive. The celebration of the great day ended with a few touching words, tear-filled eyes and recollections of the glorious personages of their history.

Dinner lasted one and a half hours in a very cordial atmosphere. And for the first time ever, I saw these people, who detest alcohol, drink a tiny bit of wine, especially the ruby-red, sweet wine, served after the meal together with fruit, their famous Lacrimae Rosae, produced by the Grimbole collective. When dinner was over, everyone stood up and observed a few moments of silence for the great day. Needless to say, I did the same. In the end and after the countless wishes for the years and generations to come, they stood up again and began to whisper an ancient hymn, fortunately sotto voce

, so I could pretend with dignity that I was whispering along…

No meanness nor gloating, no insidiousness nor scheming, no selfishness, no deadly wars, no back-stabbing in social life, nor all those incidents of pointless wickedness. How unhappy we were back then! We spoke of humanism then and they have finally made it come true!

Of course, their historians and educators seem to forget that it was out of necessity that those years were so dreadful and that we couldn’t have done anything to prevent it. Not that we didn’t want to; we just couldn’t…

There are times when I want to tell Lain and Stefan, who so honour the founders and organisers of the Eldere, that when they address the “great” politicians and “defenders of humanism” it would be more correct and befitting to ask them: “What happened to the coloured races?” “At what cost did you achieve the prevalence of humanism among the white and the establishment of your beloved law and order?”

History is now written and read from their perspective because they were fortunate enough to prevail. But history would have been written in a completely different way and their atrocities would have been condemned in the strongest possible terms had the yellow race inherited the earth… They now write history as if it were a morally flawless triumph, a pure heroic path, an exaltation of the soul, a historical perspective possibly very similar to the one taught in the seminaries of the church by a group of Spanish sages in the 18th century: the triumph of the invasion and destruction of the obsolete cultures such as the Incas and the Mayans...

“What happened to the ancient civilisations of Asia, you hypocrites?”That’s what I should ask them! On the Reigen-Swage I saw that only until the mid-24th century of our own chronology were there still some “yellow pockets” scattered here and therein the vast territory of Asia, which is now inhabited by the French, Anglo-Saxons, Slavs and Latinos. I also saw that at the same time on the “black continent” it was tremendously rare for one to encounter any blacks.