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The Castle Montessales – Preface by Alfer Medeiros
I introduce myself to you as one
of those mysterious figures, which is seen in several stories, which appears suddenly and
gives a threatening
warning. You can imagine me as
a being surrounded by a hood that only shows
the outline of a wasted body,
with a chilling voice, whispering in a dark and cold hallway.
I can also incorporate a seer, suddenly alarmed to read your future, and when I realize an immeasurable evil
in your way, I kick you out from my workplace, wide-eyed and screaming hysterically. Another option is to
imagine myself in an unclean skin, with long hair and beard, dressed in rags, the
traditional homeless madman who points to you and screams nonsense about the end of
the world, leaving you with a
feeling of discomfort that is impossible to ignore and, that makes you wonder if those insane words are
really empty.
But don’t worry about
the messenger. The important thing is to make the main purpose of this preface
clear: don’t say I didn’t warn you about what is to come. I could use phrases
such as come with us at your own risk or all hope abandon ye who enter here,
however, I go a little further. I'll show you a quick overview, a little and
superficial piece of what you are going to find in the following pages.
I would describe the microcosm of the Castle Montessales as an aquarium with more fish than advisable. A totally isolated place, with shelter and food to its residents, an environment that the more populous is, the more conflicts generates. There is a false normality full of dull days that are very similar to each other. Only the older members, knowing the contemporary world outside the invisible glass walls, know that this is not natural.
It is important to understand what life is like for a man in this dark house. Being a representative of the male here is always to be under mysterious feminine eyes, sometimes passionate, sometimes rancorous, being accused of things that you do not remember; feel basically a piece of meat, a pack animal. The only certainty you have is that the women hide something and act as conspirators in a plot beyond your level of knowledge.
It’s not easy to be a woman here as well. Their feelings are manipulated, their bodies become a constant target of vile and insane desire, from the time they reach the level of maturity that the forces ruling the castle consider appropriate. And worst of all is to remain silent while suffering abuse, to ignore that others also share their pain.
And there is this one who governs all things, the supernatural puppeteer playing with the lives and health of all. The phantom hand that gives and takes away with the same impulse, the mask of kindness molded upon lie and suffering. The responsibility of a more appropriate presentation of the king who controls the unfortunate residents of Montessales, I will leave to the author herself. She shows the evil masquerading as good, stalking the dark corners of each room and each part of the land.
This is a disquieting story. At least that was how I felt while I reading it - and I really enjoyed it. With each new testimony presented, things like oppression, falsehood, hatred, rape and incest are thrown over us like a harsh and painful hail of blows. This may represent a watch out, a challenge or get out, depending on how you face the situations presented.
Here I am, in a piece of land near the castle, right after the big rock next to the oaks, on top of a hill. This is the cemetery where the poor souls of this cursed place seek the peace they couldn’t find in life. I support myself on a marble slab with the eternal saying Rest in Peace This is my inspiration to finish the preface, my text concludes abruptly, just as the life of the poor Luke, the corpse resting under my feet. I would like to talk more, but I prefer to let you go ahead and find the words of Susy Ramone, the mind that conceived this tragic story.
Step into the Castle Montessales, where The Turn of the Screw meets The Enigma of Evil, and enjoy the stay. Learn about this aquarium and about the puppet master. Choose your favorites, but then do not say you were not adequately warned of what was to come ...
I would describe the microcosm of the Castle Montessales as an aquarium with more fish than advisable. A totally isolated place, with shelter and food to its residents, an environment that the more populous is, the more conflicts generates. There is a false normality full of dull days that are very similar to each other. Only the older members, knowing the contemporary world outside the invisible glass walls, know that this is not natural.
It is important to understand what life is like for a man in this dark house. Being a representative of the male here is always to be under mysterious feminine eyes, sometimes passionate, sometimes rancorous, being accused of things that you do not remember; feel basically a piece of meat, a pack animal. The only certainty you have is that the women hide something and act as conspirators in a plot beyond your level of knowledge.
It’s not easy to be a woman here as well. Their feelings are manipulated, their bodies become a constant target of vile and insane desire, from the time they reach the level of maturity that the forces ruling the castle consider appropriate. And worst of all is to remain silent while suffering abuse, to ignore that others also share their pain.
And there is this one who governs all things, the supernatural puppeteer playing with the lives and health of all. The phantom hand that gives and takes away with the same impulse, the mask of kindness molded upon lie and suffering. The responsibility of a more appropriate presentation of the king who controls the unfortunate residents of Montessales, I will leave to the author herself. She shows the evil masquerading as good, stalking the dark corners of each room and each part of the land.
This is a disquieting story. At least that was how I felt while I reading it - and I really enjoyed it. With each new testimony presented, things like oppression, falsehood, hatred, rape and incest are thrown over us like a harsh and painful hail of blows. This may represent a watch out, a challenge or get out, depending on how you face the situations presented.
Here I am, in a piece of land near the castle, right after the big rock next to the oaks, on top of a hill. This is the cemetery where the poor souls of this cursed place seek the peace they couldn’t find in life. I support myself on a marble slab with the eternal saying Rest in Peace This is my inspiration to finish the preface, my text concludes abruptly, just as the life of the poor Luke, the corpse resting under my feet. I would like to talk more, but I prefer to let you go ahead and find the words of Susy Ramone, the mind that conceived this tragic story.
Step into the Castle Montessales, where The Turn of the Screw meets The Enigma of Evil, and enjoy the stay. Learn about this aquarium and about the puppet master. Choose your favorites, but then do not say you were not adequately warned of what was to come ...
