They protect me from unfortunate results by locking it away page by page.We walked through the narrow winding roads of Padova (Paduva), stopping here at the ornate arches of a medieval house and there to read the charcoal graffiti scored over the flaking paint of an old wall. On our way we passed a raised sarcophagus in stone and realised too late that it was a memorial to Dante.
--Life of Galileo; Bertold Brecht
The poet is believed to have spent a few years of his career in the city. Passing by the medieval Zabarello palace and further along the via San Francisco we turned into a small stone paved side street. There a few hundred feet down the lane, we saw what we were looking for.
One evening, twenty- seven years ago, my father took my brother to watch a movie by the name Hercules. As a baby, Mathew hated cinema halls and invariably one of my parents had to stand outside the hall holding him, as he threatened to bring down its walls. So this was a fresh attempt to make his peace with the silver screen. Appa told him the story of Hercules in all detail and by the time they reached the cinema, Mathew seemed for the first time positively inclined to the general idea of cinema. Then the movie started. There were bangs and explosions and robots and aliens filled the screen. Before five minutes, the father and the son were out in the street, pondering on the mysterious transformations that mythology acquires.