In the middle of the journey towards the long road that lay to the north, out of the great forests of the crooked ways, in the middle of the middle of winter among the snow that covered that hometown of his, Molching -Platz, in the canton of Graubünden , which it was the site of Axel Felix's great mystical general hospital.
It was a sprawling facility tucked into the mountains, a treatment complex that had an agreement with Arkham Hospital in Lovecraft County.
Since the doctors who accompanied them in the middle of an ambulance were being accompanied by private cars, when they were driving through the hills to Baden-Württemberg up to these heights the journey is long, where it was too long, in fact, for a stay so short, being that they followed to the Dark Forest.
Even so, when you have to cross different states, between the forests, their slopes, between the mystical regions, that they could go down a gorge, between the ambulance that were going up the plateau of central Germany from the great black forest to the edge of the lake of Constance, whose bouncing waves are transposed by ship, over abysses once considered unfathomable.
From then on, the journey, which up to that point had proceeded quickly, almost in a straight line, unravels, even without delays and complications, it is located in Baden-Württemberg, already in Swiss territory, it returns to the protection of rail transport; between the trains and the airports on the southern side, but then you don't go beyond Dark -Forest, a small alpine station, where you have to change.
With some methods of travel which was that of a steamy and narrow Mary train, which headed towards the big city and the commercial center, where it takes after a long wait in a landscape swept by the wind and devoid of charms.
When the train was going then, crossing all the mountains, at the moment when the large locomotive starts moving, where it runs through the entire extension of that German city, but of extraordinary traction force, the truly adventurous part of the journey begins.
Then, they followed towards a slow and long sudden climb, that climb was long and winding, apparently having no end, arriving at the Dark -Forest station is located at a long and extensive height, in which to depart from it, however , one enters the mountains, among the forests, black.
Since everyone knew about that region and its magic from that cursed region, they then followed, along a rocky, rough, distressing road, between the caves, they headed towards an extensive tunnel lit by torches and scattered lamps, which followed the course of those stations., in which they had many stops.
Friedrich Hans Ingo, a wealthy businessman in the mining and export business between human and magical regions, based in Germany, in a subdivision of the mystical city of Bremen, a magical region of Germany, which became one of the entrepreneurs and partners of Andreas Delphos, who was now alone in a small grey-padded compartment, where his dragonhide suitcase was also found, which he did not kill, only died of old age.
It was even a gift from his uncle and foster father, Consul Heinrich Klaus, whose name should be mentioned right away, as well as the winter coat, dangling from a hook, and the rolled-up travel blanket.
Even though he was sitting by the open window, and, as the afternoon was coming a freezing wind, from a northern region, where it was becoming increasingly cooler, he got up, towards that region where they were traveling.
Even though the spoiled, frail young man he was with his summer overcoat collar, lined in silk and loosely cut, in the taste of fashion, in which beside him, on the seat, lay a brochure entitled Bremen and the Beauty of Magic , at which Friedrich Hans Ingo, during the first hours of the journey, had occasionally glanced, but now his Kindle lay abandoned there, while the breath of the panting locomotive, as it entered through the window, peppered his face. layer of coal particles.
For that direction in that magical city, it would be more than five days of travel to separate a human being, in that and especially a young man who has not yet taken firm roots in life, more from his everyday world, from everything that he usually calls his duties. , interests, care and projects.
Even the time of the world, much more than that young man could imagine while a cab took him to the station, and the space that, turning and fleeing, roars between him and his place of origin reveals forces that are usually judged privilege of time; it produces from hour to hour new intimate metamorphoses, very similar to those that time originates, but in a certain sense even more intense.
Even if time generated his ambition and his desires for life, which would lead to oblivion, this was different from what he thought, you could feel that he was not happy at all, hysteria and depression did not make anyone happy, the magic that held him did not help in his condition, but the time he spent, in which it made his time pass, reading from his Kindles , to spend time disconnecting the individual from his relationships , even the forces of the powers that drove him crazy .
So, putting it in a free, primitive state; he even transforms, in a single stroke, asking for anonymous or anyone who used to outsmart him, even any kind of bum.
Even about the advice of the ancient elders of Um-Mu, where they say about the hardships of boredom and time is like the river Litus; but also, the air of images from distant corners represents a similar potion, and its effect, although less radical, is more rapid.
Friedrich Hans Ingo was going through similar experiences, I say strange ones, even though he had not intended to take this journey too seriously or to give himself completely to it.
His life is a retrospective retrospection of failures, strange moments, when he went to finish it off quickly, because it had to be done, then return home as he left, an hour at least, but now, he was unable to resume his life. previous life exactly at the point where he had abandoned it for an instant.
Only yesterday he had moved within the usual circle of ideas, even though he was busy with the problems of current events.
He has countless problems, he doesn't deal well with life, his psychology led him to anxiety attacks, it was when, after a stroke, he had his exam, in which the doctors, who came to the conclusion, that he should go check himself in, even if his magic was uncontrollable, if he wanted to keep it under control, even under the current situations, even if he wanted to go back to work in the company, or go back to being a dean of a school, or return to Um-Mu's council in the immediate future.
Now, being a supervisor, he could not as he was with his entry into practical life, as an employee of the company Delphos and Patterdaemonum, being a supervisor, Lawyer and executive.
As they could even with the odd maximum of study magic his temperament allowed him, he had sought to look beyond the three weeks to come, so he would have trouble dealing with emotions greater than he intended.
It was at that moment, he felt something, however, it seemed to him that the circumstances demanded his full attention, it not being much less practical for him to belittle them, and his feelings with that sensation of being lifted to regions whose airs were more vertiginous , was where, as he knew, living conditions reigned, even in a world isolated from magic, in which particularly rarefied and reduced, to which he was absolutely not used to.
Since that feeling was starting to knock him out, then fill him with panic and fear, thinking he might enjoy the holidays.