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Fourth Book

«The story of Kurt Von Subermann»

Chapter I

The turbulent waters ran and ran and dragged me uncapable to avoid it. Nearby,
involved in a roar of noise and foam, the cascade absorbed torrents of water like a titanic
thirsty throat. I was approaching to the roaring abyss, I saw the edge, trying to swin vainly but
the water was dragging me. And finally I was falling headlong in the torrent. It was the end. I’d
breaf forth at the bottom, against sharpened rocks. I needed to open my eyes. I needed to open
my eyes…

Doing a supreme effort I opened my eyes, and they were instantly wounded by a terrible
blaze. I was blinking trying to accustom the sight to the Sun, meanwhile I comprehended that I
was lying in an unknown room. I was looking as hipnotized the window, adorned with white
curtains, while little by little the mists went dissipated in which my consciousness was
involved.

The first that I assumed was the intense headache and a kind of pressure over the scalp
and brow. I tried to take my hands to the head and a new pain jabbed my nervous system. I
almost cannot move my arms, which were both, bandaged till the elbows. The left one was the
most affected and sensitive, because any little movement seemed a martyrdom; the right arm,
likewise pained, seemed to be in better conditions. With this last I warned that that a bandage
covered my entire skull until the brow. The movement was very painful, realized by reflect at
recovering the consciousness. Nevertheless its fugacity, it resulted enough to alert the person
who was seated at the rifht of the bed, in such angle that it avoided me to perceive his presence
since a first moment. Was an enormous man, of severe gaze, and thunderous voice, who was

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