When I arrived at the city of Goland, a few hours before the beginning of the events that led to the destruction of the world, I was awfully happy.
Back home people used to say that if you hadn't been to Goland, you hadn't seen a thing. After a whole month spent on board of sailboats and on horse backs I was finally there, a young gawky foreigner from the southern lesser civilized chiefdoms, walking along the streets of the capital of the world's greatest kingdom, enjoying my life, wasting my money and having absolutely no idea that I was about to witness the end of mankind.
The city almost gobbled me up as I stared with awe at all those taverns, brothels, and towering enigmatic ruins in which ancient people had once lived before gods went to war. I visited as many of those sites as I could, and listened to all the myths related to them---------
2006-12-30
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