Author: Fabio Pozzoni
Dedicated to my Champion
Briosco – 2014, January
Translated by Francesca Botti
Published by TEKTIME S.r.l.s. (www.tektime.it)
It was a dark night in the village of Guðvangir, today Gudvangen, in the fjord of Sognefjord, in the western part of Norway. Mama Ingileif had a long birth, but finally six babies were born. They were bright-eyes and bushy-tailed, with a little pink queue.
The Viking village of Guðvangir.
Papa Egill was there for the birth; he looked at his sons and he was surprised when he saw the last one completely white. Perplexed and pensive, he went out the den and he looked at stars confiding in a positive omen of this event. The den was under Knudsen family’s kitchen; the head of that family was the strong Viking Gunnulfr, the head of the village. Only a piece of the moon and some stars were visible that night, when, suddenly, the sky turned completely black. It became cloudy. After a few minutes it started snowing. The year was 972 A.D. Egill interpreted this like a bad omen. Resolute and sorry, he went back into the den. There, sad but determinate, he told his wife: “We can’t keep the white baby!” His wife looked at him white and she started crying. Papa Egill took him by the scruff of the neck, and he brought him into the wood.
Egill walks into the wood with his white baby.