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

Such objects or ones similar to them had been sent to every country of the world. Only the Tilteys have nowadays the privilege of “uniqueness” in works of art. Only they have rights to artistic works with personality, without the mediation of the machine. Only

they can make them “theirs” even if it is for a little while and in a limited number of copies, provided, of course, that they make their orders on time.

(At night)

Nothing is like the first time. There was none of the traffic fever and feeling of doom that permeated the air and my body whenever I did not feel Stefan beside me. It’s easy to find your bearings in this endless garden city with its impeccable layout and urban planning and its rational arrangement of motorways – no other type of roads exists here. The most striking and characteristic element of this city are the immense parks and green spaces and the monumental temples, larger and far more impressive than any other that I’ve come across in my travels around today’s world.

The traffic and overcrowding in motorways and sky is only unbearable during the early morning and the late night rush-hour, but even then, everything moves calmly and silently, without unnecessary anxiety and noise. There is great symmetry governing the lined up flocks of these wingless, fusiform, flying vehicles, which all have the colour of the grass directly hit by sunlight, and a thick, dark olive green tape on the bottom. You can see countless of those vehicles travelling in the same direction and on parallel tracks over the domes and arches of Santa Virgo, in eastern Markfor.

The faces of the people passing by are characterised by an incredible serenity, the exact opposite of the hurried travellers queuing up for the daners at the airport

quay in Norfor, the “Flower of the North”.

They’re all so peaceful that it makes you wonder whether they all go somewhere and pray in groups. Maybe they go to one of their myriads of temples: the temple of the Universal Spirit, the Socrates, the History Temple, Ars Poetica, Divine Wisdom, Mercy, or the Temple of the Heart of Jesus. This last one with the twin belfries in the front strongly reminds me of the towers of our own Grossmünster in Zurich, though these are much taller. Their temples are extremely large and can hold up to about forty thousand people each. I feel that someone else, more experienced than me, would be better at feeling and appreciating their history and their style and deeply understanding their true meaning. I think that I’m the wrong person for the job…

I’ll try to write down some names in the inscriptions of the statues I saw, names of distinguished contributors of the new era: Inge Borksen, Spinelli, Rodersen, Axel Jenefelt, Tinersen (the one with the parable)

, Felix Torquay, Erlander, Rudelin (a mountain of fresh laurels surrounded his monument), the famous cultural critic Anerholm, the historian Esterling, the aesthete Nimotti, Dimagia, Larsen and Mary-Lea Volky, whose statue was lying ecstatic on the golden sand, with her hair wet by the sea and her forehead shining under the sunrays. She had been Alexis Volky’s student and after she died, she almost achieved sainthood. From our own familiar men, I saw the statues of writers Friedrich Schiller and Victor Hugo, poets Edward Young and John Keats, Saint Francis of Assisi, philosopher Jean-Jacques Rousseau and statesman Lorenzo de Medici. It was as if the statues had added a new spiritual beauty to their faces. They all had a hint of a smile drawn on them, as if they knew exactly what was mapped out for humanity…

(Half an hour later)

Sometimes I wonder if someone has cast some kind of spell upon this place that makes everyone becomes so happy just by breathing its air and staring at its sun! Eleven days here I haven’t done anything other than wander around from place to place with a map in my hands, thirsty for exploration. Museums, palaces, art galleries—I can’t get enough of them! I always need more time to enjoy them. I could spend my whole life in this city studying until the end of my life. What I wouldn’t give to have grown up here and have experienced as a child all the past years and all the joys of childhood first hand…