IL MISTERO MAI SVELATO
di Sara Brena
tradotto da Giacomo Gentina, Alex Paracchini, Silvia Valli
The black lake stretched in front of him. In the middle, the dark shadow of the island, broken by the dim lights of the nunnery. Imposing mountains surrounded it, with the tops just a little lighter because of the snow. But he couldn't stop too long, there was no time.
With a shovel in his hands he started to dig with a hard and constant movement. While he was feeling the drops of sweat run down his face, he went over all the moments in which he had studied the coordinates, the numbers and interpreted the dreams.
Now the long awaited 13th October had arrived. Two meters from the tower and under ten meters of depth he had to find it. Yes, that little secret passage of the Buccione tower.
His grandfather had always told him, from his childhood, that there was a tunnel, a secret passage that started from the tower and arrived at the basilica of Gozzano. No one knew who the builder was and the reason why he had built it, but one thing was sure: no one had ever managed to find it.
James took a little torch from his pocket. In the dim light he caught a glimpse of a handle. He pulled with strength until he could move the opening of the passage. A tiny ladder and then nothing: even darker. With a torch in his hands he walked, he went on slowly, not knowing what he might meet. A deadly silence, his heart was beating like a drum, it was cold and he was shivering with fear. Suddenly the passage stopped. How long did it take? He had lost track of time. Now he touched the wall, to understand what was behind, but he felt nothing.
It seemed a dead end. James didn't know what to do, he was sweating more and more. He was afraid but he was also excited. He had found it: he had revealed the mystery of Gozzano, even if only a little piece!
He just had to find the end, the exit from here to get back to open air!
But nothing! Where did the passage take? Was it really under the basilica? He suddenly fainted.
Yes, he had found the way but there wasn't any way out!
The questions crowded his mind: who had built it and why was there no end? Maybe it had been a fugitive in a time of war and they had caught him during his escape or had he really opened a way that had been impossible to find for generations and generations?
Questions nobody can answer, hidden in the past and in those silent stones at the back of the Basilica.