Trying to understand and fully grasp the contents of a text, beyond the form used by the author to express himself, is never an easy task, nor for those who can take stock of their cultural more or less unlimited, nor for those who use the art of reasoning as a means of hearing and interpretation. For a book such as Ocean Terminal, a posthumous work of Piergiorgio Welby, a man with a complex personality, which has a very enlightened mind, the stakes are far superior to the common capacity found in humans. Me too, I do not belong to the category of the employees, nor to the stewards of science and knowledge, I dare to go into a dark wood, using the disease with which I agree with Pierre as key to groped to understand the cry of pain, a living man, which is or impossible to try to make sense of suffering, because if so, to live the same would be emptied of its deepest meaning. Welby, in this tale, which does not follow a chronological order opens up his inner world using a language very articulate and at times almost frantic. Suffering arises from a disease inexorably leads him to take the rough tracks, how the experience of drug research where spasmodic artificial paradises, resulting in a descent into Hell and the subsequent sense of emptiness abysmal. Sometimes the memories resurface of a childhood lived fully, that reveals glimpses of the future life, with its unique unknowns. Even love is deeply felt and lived in a continual seesaw of possession of and satisfaction of the senses. An 'intelligence like that of Welby. rises from human smallness, using the wings of knowledge of written and thought and revealed, with flights of fancy reaches places where you can still reveal the signs of a love for life that sometimes betrays, but may find his redemption when , came to 'epilogue, he meets the dignity and the freedom to choose at his bedside.
Elizabeth Giromella
