| 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 .
Another story difficult to understand, this war; old soldiers of the
independence war have left for the front without making questions, without
complaining. As if the bizarre time machine that decides the eritrean plateau
history had decided to recall into life the bataillons of “ascari” [native
soldiers associated with Italy] that were going to the massacre in order
to give an italian king, that they had never seen, some more kilometers
of stones and of ground.
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Can you give me a push?
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.
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