X-Message-Number: 21773 From: Date: Sun, 18 May 2003 03:52:46 EDT Subject: Marlhes --part1_109.23b4aaf1.2bf895ce_boundary Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit 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. --part1_109.23b4aaf1.2bf895ce_boundary Content-Type: text/html; charset="US-ASCII" [ AUTOMATICALLY SKIPPING HTML ENCODING! ] Rate This Message: http://www.cryonet.org/cgi-bin/rate.cgi?msg=21773