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| Albert Londres |
"I have seen many many ports and I shall see many others. In the name of the respect I sometimes feel for truth; in the name of my favourite stars which were shining that night; in the name of the fair hair of my beloved, I assert that if you have seen La Boca you have indeed seen something. ...
You have heard of the end of the world. La Boca is the end of the sea.
Andre' Tudesq would have it that the sea began at a certain place, and that place was Trieste. On one occasion he kept me for a long time at that Adriatic port, and tried to prove by a series of the most cogent arguments that his statement was in no way fantastic. And at the sight of an eddy which he noticed in a small bay, he shouted:
'There you are, there's the spring: look at it boiling up'.
If he had not left me, his old friend, at Saigon, and gone away to die, I would have taken him that evening to La Boca: 'You have told me a secret, you revealed to me where the sea began, and I thank you. If the sea begins it must likewise end, and I have found its end. Don't tell anyone, I don't want to be robbed of my secret: look, here we are.'
La Boca reminds one of a conscienxe which, loaded with all the mortal sins and driven ashore here, survives amid the execrations of the world. The spectacle it presents has all the dreadful power of Michael Angelo's Last Judgment.
(Albert Londres The Road to Buenos Ayres, pp.121-2)
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