Still on the train trip story. Continued from here. 😛
Even though I started writing the story of a much awaited train trip almost two years ago, if I close my eyes for just a second, I can still recall surprisingly many details, as fresh as a summer cherry.
So, coming back to our story, I close my eyes (again!!!), and yes – one more time for only a second :P! Slowly I begin to feel the chills of the June morning, when together with my hub, we hopped on a fast train to Zurich. I can hear the raindrops slipping on lake Zurich and the sunny days spent in Lugano, then followed by friendly Menaggio, Bellagio and Varenna. Gorgeous Carlotta in Tremezzo (oh, she was divine!). Few intense hours in Milan. Chill and breathtaking views in Turin. The smile of a happy child from Cremona. A gorgeous stage in Mantua. An angry house in Verona. River flows into you in Padua‘s train station. Orange-like sky in Venice. My granny’s whole warmth stuffed in a s-shaped Burano biscuit. And yet, one more story has to be told – and that is the story of the Wizard of Murano.
There are no wizards in Murano?
Only fancy colored glass, you say?
Let’s see what you’ll think after you read this story! But, be warned, read this story only on your own account!
A very long time ago, in the swamps of a lagoon, a scared man was seeking for refuge. As he was running, tired from poverty and great violence he stumbled on a muddy hole. Folded in the coldness of the gray mud, he could hear the heavy steps of evil men approaching. The pictures of his loved ones started playing in his tired mind, one by one. As he was saying a last goodbye to his family, warm tears of love and sorrow touched the coldness of the gray mud. Suddenly, a terrible sound took the scared man away from his goodbye ceremony. His eyes got filled with shock, as one muddy finger started growing from the cold ground. The earth was shaking as a giant gray hand was finding her way out. The army of evil could not believe their eyes! Once the fully grown Hand wrapped its fingers around the evil, it hit the muddy soil with a strong noisy blow. The sky turned as gray as the hand and all the birds of the world came to sing around it. The oppressor was defeated. Between shakes and tears our scared man took the courage to open his eyes: the clay hand had hit the evil so deep into the ground that the piece of land where he was now laying was spun off the mainland and started to float shyly into the deepness of the lagoon. The giant Hand spread her fingers towards the scared man, and gave him a kind stroke. Then it gathered its fingers in a fist, and hold it strongly. As the Hand unfolded the strong fist, a wave of gold sand started to flow from its grayness. Then the Hand knocked gently the ground and a golden pipe arose. After a gentle flick, it widespread its fingers towards the sky and sparkles of fire started pouring down from the dark clouds. The Hand gathered a bunch of fire between its fingers and invited the scared man to come closer. As he approached, the Hand threw the sand in the fire. Then it took the golden pipe and left the cold wind pass through. Suddenly, at the end of the pipe a strange shape of color and beauty started growing. This is how, out of suffering, love and fire a new man was born. His name was Murano. And he was a wizard.
Do you believe me now?
This is how deeply I was impressed by the craftsmanship of the Murano artists. If you are in Venice, please take the vaporetto and visit this island. Do not waste your time wandering around the canals, as it does not worth it. You have enough of those in Venice or Burano. But please visit the glass galleries and keep on being amazed by the vivid colors, various lines and shapes which for many hundred years, Murano glass can take. On this island you can discover how the rough golden sand is melted in a violent fire and then bewitched into true art by the strong breaths of the craftsmen.
And believe me, it’s just like magic!