We return to the migrations, the second exodus and a new corner of the triangle (or now, polygon) of despair.
Some years after Krim originally left the new world, he would return to a continent now much changed from what He first had known. The lands, once innocent, inhabited only by fertile beast and primitive man, were now infected by the very same illness as Old Evropa. Yes! That disease of bourgeois civilates! It had indeed reached this new world, this young land. Were she as hopelessly infected as kontinent ancìen?
In the newly formed cities and towns, peoples of many letters would wander aimlessly in poverty and despair. Their eyes filled with the sorrow of failed promises and lost hope. These lands where once filled with dreams: dreams long gone.
Smoke rises only from factories and burning woods.
No longer from native campfires many..
Un-religion is now spoken in churches and on the street.
Where did you go, blessed innocence?
– Jacob K.
He decided to journey south, back to the town where he first settled. But in Jocotepec the first school was in ashes, its ruins the only remnant of its greatness…
And He knew!
He knew that the world could no longer be divided into Old and New. For when un-logik and tragedie know no borders, then neither can He.