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The Cap Of Invisibility

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The cap of invisibility

Patrice Martinez

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Translated by Ahmed Bossaid 

“The cap of invisibility”

Written By Patrice Martinez

Copyright © 2016 Patrice Martinez

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Translated by Ahmed Bossaid

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Proetus have long represented the supreme king of Corinth: the impetuous Sisyphus plunged into Hell! From within the mine, a stifling heat extended his sovereignty over it, at the time when man was excavating from the depths of Mother Earth Gaia a source of anthracite intended to maintain his frail existence. Out, the sky was clear; Zeus Meilichius1 decided to drive the clouds! But what use is it the sun chariot of Phaeton amidst this darkness?

Coal mining was at its most, and labour never ceased. In spite of his coal black painted face, the pioneer endured his laborious drudgery in mines. The vein had bituminous coal and ensured a good return. As for the commission granted to the hard worker, this is a different story.

With each cubit, the mineworker progressed heavily throughout the trench. Only the sound of the crowbar rattled in his head. The weak glow of the oil lamp quivered and caused mad ramblings of mind: the presence of ghosts, the aged souls of dark Tartarus, emerging from a slight crack or from a crevice.

The tunnel grew cramped, and with every move he made, recurring rheumatism reminded this poor man to what extent his destiny was gloomy. Proetus exuded all the sweat of his body, his tense hands on the walls of velvety blackness. Some dusky fossils (extracted from the work of Hephaestus), used to supply the humble home with fire and to cook some meals of kykeon2as well.

The lame Hephaestus should certainly laugh at that, for this trespass into his dark lair offers the prospector no significant gain, while the owners of the quarry were thrilled in Boule3, and sat on the benches of the Ecclesia4, concerned with shaping and destroying the world of Hellenes.