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Date: Sun, 18 May 2003 03:52:46 EDT
Subject: Marlhes

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I am back in Southeast France, some 60 miles south of the second French City: 
Lyon. There is a very smooth plain with the Alps Mountain range at the 
horizon and on the other side a large trench cut by flowing ice many 
thousands years ago. There is a highway with some rest areas, one of them 
called "aire des Marlhes". If you asked to young local people what are the 
Marlhes, most answer would be: I don't know. I first ear about Marlhes many 
years ago, from a retired real estate agent. The Marlhes are bad fairs, they 
don't look as pretty women, they are animal-looking and don't value too much 
the human species. When the Sun set down, the Marlhes get out of the trench 
and roam the plain at night. If you cross the eyes of a Marlhe, you will be 
his slave for what you remain to live and the day of your death, they come 
back and bring you in their realm where you will be their toy for eternity.

Many year later I found another story about Marles: When Julius Caesar came 
to the Gaul, only one tribe was able to overcome its legions: The Voconses, 
not far from where I stay. The legions came to the North to take what is now 
the Valence City, The Voconses could have cut the way here, but they would 
have had to fight on the Marlhes plain. Both, Voconses and Romains killed in 
the combat would then have been turned into Marlhes at dusk as nobody could 
have put them underground in time. So, some 2,000 years ago the Marlhes' fame 
seems to have been great and helped Julius in his war.

Marlhes are not a fairy tale reworked for childrens, they are old 
living-death horror stories. The other day, some friends came from Paris, 
took a car and at dusk plunged on the plain border to stay at a hotel right 
on the slope. Going out of a restaurant, in the deserted town there was only 
a near full Moon, one day from an eclipse in a windy sky. I looked 
suspiciously at some black spots, but couldn't see the tip of the tail of a 
Marlhe.

The next day I'll don't asked the courageous travelers if their night had 
been populated by fear-looking creatures with big claw and teeth.

Now a last craziness: What if there was some truth in the Marles' story? What 
if someone found a way to make some time travel? What if that would take 
place at an epoch where Copernician time has forced a mix between man and 
some animal species? Could Marlhes being our far away childrens? What did you 
think about fairy tales roots?

Yvan Bozzonetti.

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