In headlong flight the years emptied, ran backward, were erased, restoring calendars, moons, changing centuries numbered in three figures to those of single numbers. With its cargo of bellowing bulls, coops of chickens, pigs running about the deck under the hammock of the Capuchin and getting tangled up in his rosary of seeds, the song of the Negress cooks, the laughter of the Greek diamond-hunter, the prostitute in her mourning nightgown bathing in the prow, the guitar-players making music for the sailors to dance, this ship of ours made me think of Bosch’s Ship of Fools.Īnd he boldly travels through the symbioses of cultures, concoction of customs, beliefs and superstitions… And there are many parallels with Homer's Odyssey: Ruth is Penelope, Mouche – Circe, Rosario – Nausicaä and even the one-eyed dog is called Polyphemus.īut dates were still losing figures. So at the first possibility he embarks on the journey fabulously echoing the legendary wanderings of Ulysses… …I asked myself whether, in bygone days, men had longed for bygone days as I, this summer morning, longed for certain ways of life that man had lost forever. The main hero sees himself as Sisyphus futilely rolling the huge boulder of his fruitless responsibilities from day to day and he desperately wishes to flee this fate… So at the first possibility he embarks on The Lost Steps is a colourful allegoric tale of an attempted escape from the routine existence on the treadmill of modern civilization. The main hero sees himself as Sisyphus futilely rolling the huge boulder of his fruitless responsibilities from day to day and he desperately wishes to flee this fate… …I asked myself whether, in bygone days, men had longed for bygone days as I, this summer morning, longed for certain ways of life that man had lost forever. The Lost Steps is a colourful allegoric tale of an attempted escape from the routine existence on the treadmill of modern civilization.
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