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2006年04月04日
The Quest to Linate; an Epic Misadventure
The soft, Swedish voice on the other end of the SAS line tells me she cannot, without seeing the ticket, make any changes. A call to arms. I must embark upon a journey, a perilous voyage by land, to one of Milano's two heaven-bound ports of calling. Only there can I guarantee salvation.
The path to Malpensa, though oft travelled and well known, is costly both in time and dollar. With little of either currency to spare, the behest of circumstance made my decision for me. I would venture forth to that kabbalistic temple of the skies: Linate.
The first leg of my journey would take me through the very bowels of the Earth. The foul smells, grating, rasping noise and strange creatures were all to familiar. This was a journey to which I was accustomed. It was the second leg, the longer portion, at rest and bathed in the intoxicating glow of the sun that was strange; an irony of uncertainty, patience, and doubt.
"What? These codes forbid your assistance? What can I do?" My pleas fell on sympathetic, ineffectual ears. I must contact the very entity that put me to this task. Another smaller, equally futile mission. I exchange a few of my dwindling notes for the chance to speak once more to SAS. At this depraved hour, the lost fulcrum of light and dark, depraved not by situation but man himself, no one will answer my call.
I wait to board the same vessel that brought me here. As the sun lingers, recessed on the horizon, a painful realization dawns antithetically. Milano: this could be my end; trapped in the grave of civilization.
Posted by William at 2006年04月04日 00:27