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Walking slowly through the calles.III

Pasajeros del Fulda, 1925 ©Johanna Lozoya

"We think, for starters, we would take an aperitif in the bar, and that's what we're doing, waiting quietly for the exit. The bag I got this book and one of the four little volumes in orange cloth Don Quijote who accompany me, there is no hurry to unpack. We have before nine to ten days before the landing where the antipodes, will be Saturday and Sunday, and tomorrow, Monday and Tuesday as well, until the end of this civilized adventure, the phlegmatic Dutch cover of which we have come a moment ago can not run faster. Why should I? The timing is consistent with its friendly size medium is certainly more natural and healthy desire to record the seizure of those giants that in six or even four days quickly pass through the vast expanses that lie before us. Slowly, slowly. Richard Wagner believed that the true German was the walking time. Well, there is considerable arbitrariness in these partial answers to the question, ever open, "What is German?" Have a rather negative effect by encouraging define as "little German" the most diverse, not really are, as the allegretto, the scherzo and the spiritu. Wagnerian phrase would be happier if he stopped the national side that sentimentalize, and to stick the objective dignity of the slowness, which I approve. The good thing takes time. And great, put another way: the space takes time. That is a kind of hubris, something sacrilegious, in stealing a dimension or reduced, I mean the time linked naturally to him, is a familiar feeling for me. Goethe, who was certainly a friend of man, but she did not love the artificial enhancement of perceptual capacity, microscopes and telescopes, have approved this scruple. Of course one wonders where he is, then, the limit of the sinful, and if ten days are not as transgressive as six or four. Mercifully grant the ocean should be the same number of weeks and travel with the wind is a force of nature, so is the power of steam. By the way, we use diesel. But all this begins to look like a digression.

understandable phenomenon. Is a sign of secret excitement. I have simply opening night nerves, is it any wonder? My first trip across the Atlantic, the first encounter and the knowledge of the Ocean Sea waiting for me, and ultimately beyond the curve of the earth, on which lie the gigantic water waiting for us New Amsterdam the metropolis. Of its size there are four or five and form a sort of extraordinary and monstrous urban excessive style and outstanding in the class of large cities, so much like in the field of nature and landscape special importance is the category of basic natural and primitive, desert, high mountains and the sea.

(...) [The good ship] will take us through it [the sea] as white luxury train takes the traveler through the horror Khartoum, including the deadly Libyan Desert Hot hills and Arabic. .. "Abandon" - just think of the word to feel what it means to be embraced by the human civilization. I do not appreciate too that that in view of the elemental nature is left exclusively to the admiration lyrics of his "greatness" without being overcome by the consciousness of his hostility horribly indifferent.
On the other hand, is the time of year to soften the adventure and makes that kind hostility limits. Spring is advanced: at this time are not afraid of the ocean extravagances (...) It would be different if we were in winter! (...) "Waves? Those mountains! Gaurisankars Son! Queen (...) a terrible, an infernal noise, caused in part by outside elements unleashed in part by the ship continues to move stubborn and racked up their last pieces. (...) In the same second, however, the situation has changed in the world meaning and effect that you see the tray, face down on the bed of your wife ... It is not possible.
So are the stories, and how would not have to remember while we sipped our farewell vermouth and I scribble these lines? Certainly would not be necessary to reinforce my respect to our company, simply because I'm a respectful and I, so to speak, eyebrows embodied as any that has been given the gift pleasant, although provincial fantasy. You will never be a man of the world with this gift, for "protection" - if it is for the laudatory term "superiority to old age. Having invented fantasy does not mean anything, it means giving importance to things, and that naturally is not mundane. "

Thomas Mann, May 19, 1934

Thomas Mann, Travel by sea with Don Quixote, Barcelon a, RqueR Editorial, 2005. ISBN 84-934047 -6 to 4



... "Often, the epiphany of the sites is linked to the genesis, the origin of a book. A landscape, known or stranger suddenly reveals rich evocations and resonances, it seems too lean from the interio surface and carry these pieces of history and personal experience that, for some reason, stayed for a long time at any step of the mind and imagination, without ever being consciously reworked until something thrown out like that during a move, a minor accident brings out the papers which had ended in a crevice between two drawers. It is in these moments when the unexpected happens often condensed images, encouragement and connections that constitute the germinal nucleus of a book, an intuition that can not yet stated clearly but emerges as a new presence - the first step in one direction and irrefutable, but the goal is still vague. The idea of \u200b\u200b
Danube, for example, coordination between Vienna and Bratislava, near the border beyond which started at the time, yet the "other" Europe. The idea of \u200b\u200b Another sea more accurately takes a night among the pines and the cliffs of Salvor, at the western tip of Istria.

Write

Carte Postale, 1914 © Johanna Lozoya

also see the objectivity of the world perceive and recognize it. The places are like that painter that has Borges, painting mountains, forests and seas and finally realizes his own face portrayed. In this sense, writing is like to travel. Since the greatest novel of all time, the Odyssey, traveling and narrating are inseparable almost interchangeable, all travel is an Odyssey, the experience of meaning or meaninglessness of life, the possibility or the impossibility of forming their own identity in its confrontation with the variety of the world. Life is a journey and it is also his narrative, as it is articulated at the time and has to do with its course and death.

The journey in space, while a journey in time and against time. The "interesting" is a condensed wealth emerging arrested and violently, and sometimes a root breaks the rock. A place is congealed time, time plural. It is not only their present, but the maze of times and seasons several that are woven into a landscape and are, in the same way as folds, wrinkles, expression traits shaped by happiness or sadness does not only mark a face, but are the face of that person, no longer only the age or mood of the moment, but that is the sum of all ages and moods of his life.

Carte Postale, 1914 © Johanna Lozoya

Travel-writing is an archeology of the landscape, the traveler - the writer - descends like an archaeologist by the different layers of reality to read the signs hidden under the signs, to collect as many stories as possible and save the river of time, the gravedigger wave of oblivion, as if a fragile build Noah's ark made of paper, even when, ironically, be aware of its precariousness. (...)

But everyone is inappropriate to define it as "interesting" the latter, said Schlegel, is the stimulus invented by modern concerns, for a sensitivity tired of too many suggestions and in need of increasingly stronger drugs to overcome their own apathy. This continuity, however, lies unabashedly itself, ignoring the rush of consumption: Interesting is not what is Beautiful.
Like any meeting, also met with the places are adventurous, full of promise and risk. Some places, Venice or Prague, they talk even more distracted and ignorant traveler with the same evidence of its occurrence. Others rely on indirect eloquence, seduce only those who pass through and knowing what happened between those trees and those walls, read the story in the landscape that they appear designed: Discover (...) silent, enclosed in its opaque secret and the charm fails, also the journey, like any adventure, is exposed to defeat and aridity. When this happens, the fault is not, of course, only of location, poverty or banality, but rather, as in any relationship, also a traveler, who has failed to discover in his elusive reality. Any dialogue failed, all failed love is a mutual defeat.
(...) The most fascinating journey is a return, as the Odyssey , and places a usual route, the microcosms traversed daily by many years, are a challenge odiseano. "

Claudio Magris, Travel -Writing: Landscape Archaeology


* in the stem between the stones. s Claudio Magri, Maria Teresa Meneses (selection and translation), Mexico, Cal y Arena, 2007. ISBN 9-789689-183020