Some time ago I met with this character. He introduced himself, stressing that his name was the same as my name, only backwards. This new friend of mine was full of stories, allegories. And so, here is one of those 'stories' of his.

“Long ago, I drove down to once more visit Elaine, somewhere pretty deep south. On the way there I happened to stop by this old graveyard. Only, this was no ordinary cemetary. It was in pretty ragged shape with lots of growth covering everything. There were plenty of gravestones and mausoleums for sure and all of them carrying pretty odd engravings...

No real names, the inscriptions instead giving the names of all our different religions. And do You know what, all of these remains of what used to be, all these stones were like toppling over or already lying down on the ground covered with fern and moss.

As I strolled into the yard I became aware of something placed in the very middle of the place, an opening. When nearing I saw a little tiny plastic marker standing there and straight up, too. On that marker, there was something written, in black letters. I took the old Leica and attempted some shots at it, only to, when coming back from my trip and developing them pictures, find that the whole camera had melted in the attempt..."

“You know”, I answered. “I also went to that place, but at night. And I found that marker, too. Impossible to see the writing in all that darkness, I positioned my car so that the headlights of the car shone on the marker. When nearing and attempting to read it, those letters of darkness You mentioned, had lit up by the light.

All was of light and in that light one could now read that inscription, which had also become of light, on the marker. “ENO SI LLA” is what it said, there, in that light.”

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