p. b. t he following text is from the novel by Philipp Vandenberg “The secret diaries of Augustus Caesar” and in any case is not some some historical source or historic event,as wrongly presented to various websites on the Internet. the publication is done purely on literary value.
From "The secret diaries of Augustus Caesar Parchment No.. LXXXIX
O Augustus Caesar,indicate the following:
"I want to start from the beginning, ever since man encountered the avatar, as they say, and the Greeks, the image of the blind worship. We Romans have borrowed this word, like many others who were missing, and many of us looking for the mirrored in those who lent us this word. I am no exception and I'd say lying if you say that the legendary my father, Gaius Julius Caesar, whom I love, was avatar for me in my early years.
Not the idols we love, but we respect and admire, and I admired the Great Macedon, Alexander. I felt more akin to that, Despite the Gaϊo, not by blood, but in the soul and character, and all situations encountered in his life. Even today I shudder when I think then that I had been elected Consul for the fifth time I met my great idol the relic of IE, stuffed with herbs according to the Ptolemaic Dynasty art, in such a way that it looked like he was sleeping tired from their conquests throughout the world.
In this and only this owes the people of Alexandria that after my victory in Aktio not destroyed their town, as deserved, that I respected the Palace of Antony and Cleopatra and not gkremisa. Not, No I did. Even if revenge would mean justice, I showed real compassion for the sake of Alexander the great who had founded this city on the Western banks of the Nile, without negotiations, but with determination, After I threw the cloak of the sand and designed with the sword of the perimeter, the streets and houses- nine other cities already carry the name of. When I arrived in his grave, It is made from red marble, I gave a mandate to lift the heavy plate and had my Idol, that looked like a statue of Lysippus, full of admiration and awe. I was then just 33 years, at the age they died, Alexander.
Alexander I'll never forget the look of. This great man, clean shaven, seemed to be smiling, a smile of satisfaction that showed that he knew well what he had accomplished, proud and conscious, ναι, even smug and superior. With this smile dies only a man who has cut with the sword of the Gordian knot, instead of looking to find the beginning and end of the rope, a man who goes into the desert to find the Jupiter Ammon to confirm the divine origin and the right of power, a guy who basically did not know any opponent except himself. Then I didn't want nothing more than to die and I sometime in the Great Macedon- with a smile etched on my face.
I spent endless hours so, to look, so that my companions pushed impatient to see and other dead Ptolemies, you lying there on 300 years, metamorphic in mummies. I said my mates urgently fools that what I wanted to see I was a King, and no other corpses. For’ This and refused to visit the Api, After the Romans used to worship the gods and not bulls.
So, well, the completely brainless mob kicked and none of the silly words could not change my opinion. With the flame to the torch trizobolaei, Bantam periergazomoyna the guy. As I do so, and Alexander was short, which justifies those who claim that the small men are destined for something big, After all their energy shares in a compact body. And as I, so Alexander wrote to his mother in secret letters. It Was Called Olympiad, had the same passion with her Eyes and it is said that Zeus Ammwnas slept with her, taking the form of the serpent.
And as I, and so the great Macedonian scorned the sports where taking part dynamic athletes, and show greater love for philosophy. Loved as Aristotle as his father and the tragedies of Aeschylus, of Euripides and Sophocles, While he slept he kept under his pillow the Iliad of Homer, next to the sword of. And as I had always envied the Horatio for his luck to "sculpts" words and indifferent to money and fame, so Alexander saw another of ego in a wise. When he went to Corinth said to cynical Diogenes that will fulfill any grace of asking. Then he asked him to go a little adjacent to not hide the Sun, not like nothing else.
These words very much liked to Alexander, with pride and greatness of soul- Nobody can understand it better than me- He said for the philosopher: "if I were not Alexander, I would be Diogenes '. Luxury, said Alexander- and s.’ This also agree absolutely- makes the slave and servant, being King is the hardest task. Therefore condemned men who like on luxuries and material goods, as the Agnonas, He wanted to have silver nails in the soles of, or the Leonato asked to carry sand from Egypt to play sports, or Filota who commanded to construct nests in 100 stages can hunts. They were more patient than me, Why can scorned the akolasti behavior, but not adopted any law, as I did I, to stop.
So, Alexander the great taught me patience. Taught me that without patience, the ground Strip crops not working. And if I look behind me, the 76 years of my life, I find no trace of patience- and if somewhere vaguely discerned, I can't say it was patience, but tolerance, Unfortunately. I never learned archery, where aristeye Alexander, or to jump from the chariot, as he did when the Broncos were running in the Woods. Even, not hunting foxes. This, of course, was due and my health, that from very early forced me to stay inside the House, Nevertheless, though, with the help of my doctor, the Muse, I arrived in old age.
I, the Imperator Caesar Divi Filius Augustus, and Alexander the great, I feared nothing more than the importance of omens and oracles. It is not surprising; Suffice a nod, a line that was pulling our hand with the pen, and folks dying, countries burned out and rivers were changing their flow. And yet, suffice a sudden thunderbolt to kryftw on my mantle, While Alexander had his mug. Alexander had around him men from Babylon, I of Egypt, why I believe in the stars, but I do not know the laws that with so much wisdom determine their orbit. And if the sign was for him a source of, suddenly jetted water to the point that he had set up the tent of, on his way to India, for me it was a pigeon that assured me that I will come back healthy. The two omens said the truth, I must confess, because at that time there was a lot of holding and confusion around the explanation of points that sent the gods….
* My blood froze when I saw. I wanted to put on the legs, but a mysterious strength kept me pinned there. I don't remember anymore how long it lasted, until I pulled out two guards. None of the priests was unable to say whether this was a bad omen that someone sent me the gods, after something like that hasn't happened before and it felt meaningless.
What I was thinking while I stand in front of the deceased Alexander and I wanted to bid farewell to greet someone as, lying and that at the end of his life, a good friend. So, look out, the kissed on the forehead and caressed However, from the big thrill, I looked careless and stumbled on the sarcophagus of Alexander the great. Not to fall I stretched my left hand and accidentally felt his nose. You broke like glass in many pieces and figure out what had happened, I saw that in point before the nose of, echaske now a hole.
Believe me, everything I write is true and while I tried to close the eyes and to erase the image that I had seen, It was impossible. This image follows me like a shadow and constantly find in front of me: a black hole in the head of Alexander, not a wound that sometime shuts, not. Then I looked, like today, like spoiled with my own hands him the divine man- my own avatar».
*The broken nose on the mummy of Alexander describes and Cassius Dio, Book 51, 16, 5.
PHILIPP VANDENBERG: "AUGUST,
The Secret Diaries», Versions Konidari-Athens, 2004.
