Dominic Matei
The war rages around me. I am a fugitive in neutral Switzerland, encircled by the axis powers. My Romanian homeland has made a pact with the devil, Adolf Hitler, and may soon be under siege. I’ve lost contact with my dear friend, Professor Stanciulescu, which could mean that he’s been killed. I live in fear, dreading what awaits in the alleyways. Eluding capture by my wits, moving from hotel to rooming house, always working in my book.
November the 30th, 1941. Zurich. Dominic Matei:
I have explained in portfolio B how I instinctly found the talent to preserve myself. Living like a secret agent, I discovered the abilities to forge documents, change addresses and prepare disguises. Shortly after he disappeared, Professor Stanciulescu arranged a bank account for me in Geneva under the name of William Pedersen. Now, without him, these funds will be depleted. And I will have to find other means.
February the 20th, 1942. Bern:
I must face the undeniable and chilling truth, that I am a mutant, like a character of a science-fiction novel, I am strange superman of the future. I have access to knowledge unavailable to mankind. Powers I don’t fully understand. Despite this, I try to behave as an ordinary intellectual, working to complete my book, documenting the origin of language and human consciousness. I began to realize that with any text I had before me, If I wanted to know the content, I simply… knew it.
Lake Campione, October the 23rd, 1942:
If someone were to tell me that there exist among us authentic magicians, saints, Bodhisattvas , or anyone endowed with miraculous powers, I would believe them. The Double: In a certain sense what you say is true. But you’ve attained the freedom to accept or reject these new conditions to use them to finish your life’s work, or not. Have you decided? To use them for good or for evil.
Based on the novella by Mircea Eliade
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