When I finally found them in front of me, so much so deployed, so different from each other, staring into that something that gave their lives, I take it by force, but even more the individual of the group, I take the sacrifice, devotion, acceptance of a destiny in the name of the great cause. The combination of all of them still makes great power, starting by the visual impact. But it is the single, well cared for in those sections and differentiated in those hats shod so naturally, in that mustache here shorter and longer linear in those arms to the body or protracted forward and show all the deep humanity of these bodies. Men, before they are warriors, men in these uniforms, men, with hands that first spears and halberds are handled everyday objects. He perceives the force, but he feels his life.
So much so that, impressed, enchanted, enraptured by the vision that lies before us - the first time ever quite prepared - the initial impetus is to jump in and start digging with their hands to free those still in the ground. You can understand now that those long mounds of earth alternating rows of marching soldiers hide other ranks of fighters. So why no one digs? Because no one rushes to rescue them? Because no one is anxious to wipe away animatedly, grain by grain, all that land and bring to light all traces of the past to complete the work?
Step by step along the four sides of this huge land that is pre-staged the battle should be required to find a reason to make sense of the choices, to reassemble as keep words, slow down the decomposition process, basically to protect and ensure their coming into the third millennium. Reasons for the archaeological, scientific, chemical. Even so, it is hard to understand and accept. Tables, chairs, tools, buckets, ropes and tools behind the last warriors, some maimed bodies held together by bandages and cellophane, to hope that the scene (ie excavation) is not final but actually evolving.
A second and third pavilion are other groups of warriors, horses, archers, many reduced to shards, and the shapes of many galleries still to uncover, but where - thanks to x-rays - is given today to know what is hidden.
The focus is on all those bodies on those remains, I do not see nearly the few foreign visitors, many Chinese are once again more interested in pictures that my daughter finds. I can even forget the sad fixed course through the mini-village of recent buildings, all devoted to the sale of souvenirs, merchandise and groceries before the entrance to the site. No, still, thanks to their strength, the memory of a vision that has no equal.
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