The sorcerer of the Littorine is Tekné Kirané, aged 73.
He has put together two of them piece by piece, and almost quarrels with
the chief Seium, when we ask whether they can really assure that the machines
are in good efficiency.
“This is ready” says Tekné pointing at the Littorina n. 2, the same that that morning of October 1935 galvanized the special correspondent of the newspaper Roma (only the littorio sign is missing from the front); Seium hits with a fist an Ansaldo of 1929 and states: “not only she is ready to work, she is working” ; Tekné does not give up the last word: “She will work when there will be the rails”, and seems disappointed toward the people that are working hard along the track, too slow to climb with sleepers and rails from Massaua up to the plateau. Tekné does not accept as an excuse for the delay the big rain
of the last autumn, that has sweeped out two sections of the freshly made
track, neither the border conflict blown up in May with Ethiopia, that
brought the bombs over Asmara .
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The old restored Breda does not start; like if it were a car, the railmen team tries to push. The foreman, Seium, curses. And she starts. |
The Breda does not start. Pistons and rods lay non operating under the sun. The railmen team decides to push: nothing. It seems impossible that these old men full of arthrosis could shift tons of steel and cast iron. “That God send you a disease!”, says Seium, like if it were a prayer. The old steam machine has a jerk, puffs steam, moves by herself. Oreste Maranzana from Bologna would be satisfied. |