The Mistery of Belicena Villca Napoleon ' s invasion , alongside hundreds of families of German origin , which make up a strong community .
Well ; during the days we spent in Cairo , my interest was focused on observing the great Sugar Refineries that extend along the Nile and the endless expanses sown with sugar cane .
Dad , seeing that my inclination for Agriculture instead of diminishing became more intense , understood that this was my true vocation and decided to accept the kind invitation of Baron Reinaldo von Sübermann , owner of a powerful Refinery with its own plantations , so that I would remain in his estate studying cultivation techniques .
I was there from 1935 to 1938 , when the prospects for a lasting world peace were rapidly dissolving , having to yield to the insistent calls from my father to return to Argentina .
I started my return trip in June ' 38 , but I didn ' t do it alone ; with me came the daughter of Baron Von Sübermann , a beautiful Walkyrie who by the grace of Wothan , you can contemplate here present .
We all laughed , especially my mother who had stayed with eyes rolled as Dad remembered his fascinating life .
– What happened since then ? I asked , knowing it would do my old father good completing the story .
– The war opened painful breaches and forced definitive separations . With your grandparents dead ( my father and the Baron ) we no longer reconnected with the relatives of Egypt . Many times I have felt it for your mother --his voice slackened-- who is German-Egyptian and must have suffered a lot from the separation .
On the other hand --he continued more composed-- my patriotic feelings are only for this country and nowhere else would I be better than here . Notice that your Great-grandfather , the first Siegnagel to come to America , did so in 1860 at the request of the Government to work in the manufacture of explosives , as he was reputed as a prestigious Chemist . In more than a century , my good Arthur , the Siegnagel have become more Argentinian than mate !
When dad made reference to the suffering she had experienced for staying away from her family and her birthplace , my mother reached out and began to gently rock his hair while she poured loving reproaches .
While mom and dad cuddled up to each other , I felt my cheeks burning ; I was as stunned , seeing the imagination run wild already , tracing the most audacious hypotheses . The statement that Belicena Villca made in her letter about the family mission to " work alchemistically the sugar ", was in principle confirmed with my father ' s story . It was an unquestionable reality , that the Von Sübermann were sugar producers from time immemorial , but how had she known ?
Poor me ; nor did I even dream that this confirmation of Belicena ' s accuracy was just the first of many situations that , in the future , would show me to what extent the absurd and the real were intertwined around her . Ting , Ting , the sound of the triangle , played by the indian maid calling for dinner , pulled me out of such gray thoughts .
That night I was pleasantly surprised by a bunch of delicious humitas ; that dish has been , since my childhood , the most precious delicacy ; so emotionally and gastronomically gratified by my family , I soon calmed down and I even managed to forget , at times , the obsessive subject of Belicena Villca .
Chapter III
I seriously considered Belicena ' s warnings about the dangers involved in the search for her son . In light of her psychic destruction and later assassination , these warnings acquired a powerful eloquence that I was not willing to underestimate . So I decided to act resolutely but cautiously .
I had already gotten as much police information as possible about the case and I harbored little doubt that Belicena ' s mysterious assassins were the Immortals Bera and Birsha : all the evidence of the crime indicated this . Only beings like Them could have entered that cell hermetically closed and ritually execute her . And the most striking of those evidences was the jeweled rope : it was evident that the " gold of Spain ", of the medals , came from Tharsis , from the ancient mines of Tartessos ; and that hair " dyed with whitewash ”, from the rope , belonged to the unfortunate Tartessian Vrayas , those who were killed by Bera and Birsha when they saved the Wise Sword and with whose blood the Immortals had written the sentence : " the punishment for those who offend Yah will come from the Boar ”. Undoubtedly They considered a cycle closed , a millennial revenge accomplished , perhaps once again believed that the House of Tharsis had been exterminated , for having employed that significant form of execution : murdering the last Vraya with the hair that They took away from one of the first Vrayas , a macabre trophy that they now returned with diabolical logic . And what Mystery was hidden in the powers of Bera and Birsha , in their incredible domain of Time ! Because from the police report came off clearly that that hair had not suffered the passage of time : the hair
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