Colori, mercanti e viaggiatori
Torshavn, Isole Faroe 21/04/2007
Padre e figli
Reykjavik 10/04/2007
Uomini e cose
New York 06/04/2007
Lettera all’Europa, lettera dall’Europa
Milwaukee 31/03/2007
Fuga da Fargo
Fargo 30/03/2007
I necessari cattivi della storia
Miles City 22/03/2007
Cose dell’altro mondo!
Missoula 19/03/2007
Tutto è bene quel che finisce male
Moses Lake 14/03/2007
Gunga e Din
Vancouver 13/03/2007
Ricordi senza rimpianti
Vancouver 09/03/2007
Lettere dal golfo
Jeneau 05/03/2007
Il tappo di Bering
Anchorage 25/02/2007
Quelli del mondo come allora
Petropavlovsk 21/02/2007
Arrivederci - Dasvidania
Vladivostok 18/02/2007
Lhasa 10/02/2007
Ti ricordi di Ciu Ciu Mpai?
Pechino 06/02/2007
Mission impossible
Ulan Bator 02/02/2007
Una giornata particolare
Irkutsk 26/01/2007
Pizza connection
Ekaterimburg 21/01/2007
In viaggio con la zia
Alanaesk 20/01/2007
Una pallottola spuntata
Mosca 17/01/2007
Irina è andata via
San Pietroburgo 14/01/2007
Copenaghen: Wonderful?
Copenhagen 11/01/2007


The necessary bad guys of the story

Miles City, 22 March 2007

My dear friends,
Tomorrow or the day after (as usual, it will depend on happenstance) I will leave your “trail” to go to the Great Lakes. Quite honestly, I must say that this separation will be less “traumatic” than the others that have accompanied me, perhaps because the aura of your discovery fades more and more by the day.
Only the sky has remained the same: the “great sky” with its infinite nuances of blue and pink, a sky that seems too heavy for the Earth to sustain and that is about to fall down any minute, a sky whose beauty you want to capture in order to describe it.
Stepping back in time to follow what you discovered years ago has been like living in a daily state of excitement, with a new landscape behind every bend, a different story concealed in every glance, and with the desire to stop, to continue no further out of fear of missing what was being offered to me. Yet I have never regretted pressing forward. ……..
But don’t think you’re already rid of me! I will sidetrack you from the “Lewis and Clark Trail” and, with His Excellency Vitus Bering we will go to visit Leif Eriksson, who awaits us in the cold of his Greenland to tell us about new adventures.
Then you will come with me again and you will have to put up with my stories, my encounters and my descriptions, my emotions and my memories … and much, much more.

With sincere friendship and gratitude,
Francesco de Marzio

PS: Before I left I set aside a couple of bottles of wine, and when you return to visit me at the country house we’ll drink them together. I’m really sick of beer.


Bismarck, 25 March 2007

Dear Sir,
It is with great pleasure that I have accepted the invitation of Captains Meriwether Lewis and William Clark to come meet you in Bismarck. Indeed, this gave me the opportunity to revisit this place, which was merely a muddy frontier outpost in our era. I must confess that walking along the asphalt roads neatly lined with colourful houses, seeing all those churches in a row, and hearing the incessant clanging of passing trains has left me somewhat dazed...
More than once, thanks to my suggestions we took the right fork in the river, thereby avoiding dangerous rapids or Indian ambushes. For days and days I kept going to ensure that the path was exactly the right one, sparing no effort, and it was during one of these absences that my Indian wife Sacagawea entered the captain’s tent and … I’d rather not mention any names. Nonetheless, I was sympathetic to the human drives of a young officer and the wild nature of a woman whom I was naive enough to marry only because, that evening, I’d had one too many glasses of cider, and the requests of her father and brother (two knives, an axe and four blankets) seemed trifling. A trapper’s nights are long and cold, and often a fire is not enough to thaw your bones. My father was right, though, when he tried to teach me to beware of a fur that’s too cheap, as the defects will emerge sooner or later … but I wouldn’t listen...
With profound gratitude for your attention in reading my words, I wish your “expedition” every possible success.

Toussaint Charbonneau