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–I’ve a great curiosity to know what happened to the Tibetan Legion. If you don’t mind
to lose a minute, tell me synthetically what occurred to them.
–I’ll tell you. And it is not too long to tell. The part of the Legion that remained in their
base of Assam, in the frontier with Bhutan, was dispersed without making noise when the war
ended: some of them returned to the kâulika’s Monasteries and others enlisted as mercenaries
in the posterior wars of Asia: the one of Chiang Kai-Shek against Mao and the ones of Korea
and Vietnam. Those, in principle, survived to the Second Word War. But you, surely, ask me for
the lack of Bangi, Srivirya, and the fifty legionaries that remained in Berlin to custody the
bunkerführer: about them I must confess you, with pride, that all died fighting against the
Russians. It is a funny episode: according to what they informed me on those days, when I sill
had to flee from Germany, on April 30 the Russians didn’t achieve to take the bunker but at
terrible the cost of ten to one. It means that the Tibetans ended with an infantry battalion of
more than five hundred men. And it was so amazing the impact of such butchery, realized by

the Asian Legion, that the own Stalin ordered the retirement and occultation of the Tibetan
corpses and negotiated with the allies the official suppression of every new about the Tibetan
Legion of the bunker. However, many independent investigators have mentioned the existence
of the Legion and its coragerous determination to defend the bunker till the end. Of course
that if it is consulted the «official historians», those who must live from the academic or
journalistic budgets, the version will be very different: the Russians would have found the
bunker almost unguarded; and the Tibetan Legion never existed.

Chapter II

We bade farewell each other till the next day, with the motto to leave immediately
towards Tucumán. After all I had three months since the murder of Belicena Villca and I didn’t
try to comply with her request yet. I reckoned them mentally: 74 days. Seventy four days! It
could be so much time; perhaps for Noyo Villca it’d be, and I lamented it. But for me would be
the seventy four days more fructiferous of my life. It caused me laugh and pity to remember
what I was before January 6, in such sinister Neuropsychiatric Hospital: «the Dr. Arturo
Siegnagel, one of our better interns» –the nurses presented me. What had made the system of
me! Before January 6 I had everything, from the material perspective, but I lacked from clear
ideals: they have brainwashed me! On the contrary, now I had nothing, comparing myself with
the prestigious Dr. that I had been, I lacked of material future, of predictable fate within
the laws of the system; but I had clear the ideal of the Hyperborean Wisdom. And with
that ideal that I had now, I didn’t need to possess nothing else in life, and even less the
determination of a mediocre future!

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