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

Now, when I say that these people managed to match us, I’m talking purely artistically and aesthetically and not in terms of technical means. In the field of technical means and advancements, their superiority is unmatched since they are capable of creating effects that we could have never even conceived. Here are some examples: the way their colours and lines are maintained, their “photochromata”, all the different methods and types of shading, the topographers’ dimension of depth, and the famous “colourlight”, which is also known as the “skylight colour of Anolia”—an innovation of the school of Stiernsted, a great painter of the 9th century—and is specifically used for the depiction of the sky in landscape paintings, and other such technical achievements that are independent of the purely artistic value of works. Luckily, they know exactly to what extent they should use these technical means without ever sacrificing true beauty for the sake of technical progress; their undeniable and unmistakable aesthetic prevents them from losing control. Youthsmile, 5-VII

(Late at night)

March is almost over and there’s no place like the old Austrian Tyrol to welcome April. The lyrics of a poet from my time come to mind when I thing about it: “O primavera, gioventù dell' anno!” (“O Spring, youth of the year!”)

We arrived here yesterday, late in the morning, along with the tens of thousands of people travelling in the gigantic caravan of daners, mainly from the countries of the far north, from Olesud, Trongemi, Bergen, Scavanger, Norfor and even from the Polar Regions. Their faces were beaming with happiness. Most of them were going to embark on individual means of transport and continue their journey to the Mediterranean shores… Oh, how I wish we stopped here for a while too! I could not imagine a greater personal desire at the moment. Spring afternoon and sunset in Youthsmile! 7-VII

(Outside Youthsmile)

Silvia and I—just the two of us this time—passed numerous rural areas called lansbees

, whose names I didn’t bother asking. I didn’t feel like asking anything, neither yesterday nor today.

Happy days… Blissful days! Who were these people that managed to convince us that pain was “a prerequisite of life” and that man’s destiny is to suffer? How wrong I was! Oh, how wrong I was to believe them! How wrong I was to think and live that way! How much of my youth and zest for life have I squandered? I wish I could pass the time I have left here with Silvia in this lovely artificial Tyrolean valley, which today has a population of over four million. How I wish I could spend my days and nights here, and only here, in Youthsmile, living the dream, the fairy tale!

True happiness does not cost anything. It nestles in the smallest things. Youth—not chronological youth or the youth of the body, but the youth of the soul—and love are enough to make your heart capable of perceiving all this happiness that surrounds you, all these divine messages that you daily miss.

Today, as Silvia was walking through the gate wearing her hair down, the expression of her eyes and her arched eyebrows reminded me of the features of Villi, Anna’s son. I only saw him once in the central square of our little village, but his image was indelibly etched in my memory. They looked so much alike in everything they said and did, not just their features; they were like two drops of water! It was as if she would never be lost, as long as he walked the earth, as if she would always live on through him, as if miracles happen in this world and human science does not know everything, as if there are things that exist outside of our own sphere of possibilities and concepts, as if the determining factor of one’s personality, along with genes, also conceals some ineffable spiritual element that doesn’t know limitations of time and space, that defeats the poor, transient nature of human life, that crosses the abysses of time, a spiritual element inconceivable by human reasoning, but always present.

STROLLING THROUGH THE LANSBEES8-VII

Today I rose from my armchair early in the morning when peace and quiet still embraced the lansbees that were sleeping beneath the crystal clear, blue sky. I took quite a long walk until the time that I know Silvia usually wakes up. Gradually, the lansbees started to wake up as well. Men and women, but mostly young Cives, boys and girls with thick hiking boots and small, soft hats in their hands, some alone, others in pairs and others in larger groups, headed off to the wooded slopes. The majority wore the insignia of their group on their lapels.