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Tiziano Terzani. A Fortune-Teller Told Me: Earthbound Travels in the Far East
A Fortune-Teller Told Me. Earthbound Travels in the Far East. Tiziano Terzani
Table of Contents
CHAPTER ONE A Blessed Curse
CHAPTER TWO A Death that Failed
CHAPTER THREE On Which Shore Lies Happiness?
CHAPTER FOUR The Body-Snatchers of Bangkok
CHAPTER FIVE Farewell, Burma
CHAPTER SIX Widows and Broken Pots
CHAPTER SEVEN Dreams of a Monk
CHAPTER EIGHT Against AIDS? Raw Garlic and Red Peppers
CHAPTER NINE The Rainbow Gone Mad
CHAPTER TEN Sores Under the Veil
CHAPTER ELEVEN The Murmurs of Malacca
CHAPTER TWELVE An Air-Conditioned Island
CHAPTER THIRTEEN A Voice from Two Thousand Years Ago
CHAPTER FOURTEEN Never Against the Sun
CHAPTER FIFTEEN The Missionary and the Magician
CHAPTER SIXTEEN Hurray for Ships!
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN The Nagarose
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Buddha’s Eyelash
CHAPTER NINETEEN The Destiny of Dogs
CHAPTER TWENTY A Ship in the Desert
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE With my Friend the Ghost
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO The Peddlers of the Trans-Siberian Railway
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE Better than Working in a Bank
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR The Rhymeless Astrologer
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE TV for the Headhunters
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX New Year’s Eve with the Devil
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN The Spy who Meditates
EPILOGUE And Now What?
INDEX
About the Author. Tiziano Terzani
By the Same Author
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About the Publisher
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For Angela, always
Title Page
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About thirty yards from the entrance the cave dipped, and only by the light of my pocket torch could I penetrate any further. Soon I realized I was walking on bones – some of them small, presumably children’s. In the absolute silence I imagined that I could hear, muffled as if by a veil, the cries of the dead. I thought of the participants’ different perspectives at that fatal moment: the pilot, tense and excited, aware of having scored a bull’s eye; the havoc below, the cries of the wounded as they crawl to the depths of the cave, never to come out of it again.
Of course it was because I felt so moved that I ‘sensed’ all this. But does not such a tragedy, or any other great sorrow, leave some sort of residue in the air and in the soil? What did the ancients mean by the spiritus loci, if not that something remains hovering in a place where something exceptional has happened?
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