A walk through the times - Valentino & I E-Book

Anna Piccolini

• Herausgeber: Youcanprint
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

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After being transported back to the Roaring Twenties, our main character becomes immersed in the quiet life of the countryside, leaving behind the stunts and adventures with gangsters in order to hide herself from the many admirers of the famous Rodolfo Valentino. This tranquillity, however, will be turned upside down by a certain desire of Anna's, which she will eventually express on the day of her 30th wedding anniversary. Without interruption, she will be transported through time and through countless adventures, to rediscover something that she would never think to be possible to witness with her own eyes: to come into personal contact with a past shrouded in mystery and to forever be an object of interest to the fans of Valentino. Each time period for the main character acts as a subway stop, where the destinations are not represented by places, but instead by years. Who wouldn't want to get to know, up close and personal, the life of the great lover? The amazement of travelling through time, accompanied with many invigorating skirmishes between the two protagonists, is still one of the key elements throughout the course of the novel. After "Valentino and I – Timeless Love" and "My Fabulous Roaring Twenties", the "Valentino and I" trilogy finishes with "Walking Through life". But this is just a quick goodbye, as the mystery lies right around the corner.

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A walk through the times - Valentino & I

Anna Piccolini

A walk through the times

(Valentino & I)

Title | A walk through the times - Valentino & I

Author | Anna Piccolini

ISBN | 9791221444803

© 2022. All rights reserved to the Author

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Preface

You have lived the adventures of Anna and Rudolph in “Valentino & – Timeless love” and “My fabulous Roaring Twenties – Valentino & I”, but now you will have to get yourself ready for anything. I will start by providing you with some clues to arouse your curiosity. The first is the way in which the main character calls Rudolph Valentino, “Guglielmi”, just like in the previous novels, but she will go on to find out something quite unexpected.

She will get to know a different Rudolph, which will distort the things she had always thought to be true. And this is the second clue.

What is time if not a moment experienced by the observer. I truly believe that this is the key to reading the novel. For this reason, I will not delay any further, and I urge you to turn the page and immerse yourself in this new reading.

The trilogy concludes with “A Walk through the times – Valentino & I”.

Los Angeles, October 21…

Now I know that I will travel a lot in the next few years, through time and space, and that Rudolph will always be at my side. But I will never forget the sensation I get when driving down the avenues of Los Angeles in our Isotta Fraschini 8A.

I run off, there’s a knock on the door, it’s our first client.

Client: I would like to talk to the head of “Little Williams Investigation” about an urgent matter…

July 10, 1956, 10:00 a.m.

Guglielmi, we have been married for about thirty years now, and I imagine that for our anniversary you would want to surprise me with one of your very sought-after gifts!

Guglielmi: Lately I have not been able to achieve much success…

Be creative!

Guglielmi: Stop it, when I talk to you it bothers me to see you fiddling about, I did not give you the computer to chat with the future!

Guglielmi, you are so irritating with your jealousy… What did you say, chat? How you’ve evolved.

Guglielmi: It is useless to try and flatter me… And so, who is this Alessandro?

A friend.

Guglielmi: Let me see his photograph!

No!

Guglielmi: Move, I have to… jeez, he is a handsome man.

A little.

Guglielmi: Why do you two chat?

Because I was bored. And he lives in 2019…

Where are you going?

Guglielmi: Mr. Guglielmi has to organize a trip. What patience, for thirty years you address me by my surname, why just a little while ago I had even forgotten that my name is Rudolph.

You wanted me to use your illustrious name, “Rudolph Valentino”?

Guglielmi: Stop, don’t start with the usual squabble. I am the one at fault, use that as you please.

I enjoy your submissiveness. I had a feeling you woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

In the end, leaving me the computer was not such a bad idea. I was able to save all of the pictures we had taken over the years, and now I can relive those moments whenever I feel like it.

The only problem is that you have to understand how they can be accessed.

Guglielmi: So, I would be the irritating one?

What do you want to understand about these “information machines”, you were born way back in 1895!

Guglielmi: Says the young girl!

My dear, I am always more current than you are.

Guglielmi: Stop it, it is not like you strut yourself around because you have lived in the new millennium.

Rudolph, I miss the times when you passed yourself off as the great seducer.

Guglielmi: I am a bit too old for that now. Wouldn’t you agree?

Let’s just say that you’re not too bad for a sixty-one-year-old.

Guglielmi: So I’ll act!

Please, remain still because I must show you a memory.

Alright, I’ll close my eyes and wait for your signal to open them.

Guglielmi: I’ll be right there, and no peeking.

Here I am, I’m ready.

How wonderful, you are dressed as the Sheik! So much time has passed since you did that.

Valentino, you were always so handsome.

Now I approach my hero and fall into his arms, and you hold me as I could break one of my bones.

Guglielmi: You exaggerate…

Come to think of it, at this age we could only play the parts of the parents in your film “The Son of the Sheik”.

Guglielmi: It is not our age that counts, but the passion we express in everything we do.

Absolutely everything.

Guglielmi: Of course, also in that.

Do you know what I would like?

Guglielmi: I don’t dare ask.

If I could express a desire of mine, I would like to snap my fingers and travel through time so I could meet you when you were a little boy. No, a young man! But no… I prefer to try the idea of taking a stroll with you through Paris, during the time when your mother treated you to a trip to celebrate your graduation.

Just think if instead I could meet you when you were about to leave for America, I could witness that luxurious ship… who knows how stirred up you were on that day…

And why not, especially when they had told you that you would be playing the role of the main character in the film “The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse”, the film that made you famous.

I wouldn’t know what to choose, you have lived a life filled with adventures…

Just imagine, I could meet you in Castellaneta at the turn of the century, and I could say hello to your mother. What an amazing woman she must have been.

Guglielmi: By virtue of such a great son.

Pirla.

Guglielmi: Here we go again with the compliments. I certainly have not missed that word in recent years!

You know I am joking, I never wanted to imply that you are stupid. It’s just a nice way that we Milanese make fun of the people that we feel affection for.

Guglielmi: I will never fully understand, but the day you don’t tantalize me anymore will be the day I begin to worry.

Have you ever thought that I could bring myself to cheat on you?

Guglielmi: Who, Rudolph Valentino? Nooo… There is no woman who could ever betray the great Latin Lover.

Don’t say a word. I know, I am a p...

Shut up, Warren has arrived!

Get over here now, Grandma wants to cover you with kisses, just like she did with your father.

Guglielmi: Of course, Alberto gave us a grandchild who has such a magnetic gaze.

Who knows where he got that from?

Guglielmi: From his grandfather, to me this seems obvious.

Guglielmi, stop flattering yourself!

Guglielmi: So, is it really true that I am no longer at the center of your thoughts?

Come on, Warren, let’s go to the garden because Grandpa has paturnias.

Warren: What does that mean?

Listen to me carefully, whenever any doubt comes to mind as to the meaning of a certain term, and you want to get rid of this doubt, build up some courage and refer to your grandfather.

Warren: Okay, Grandma Anna.

Guglielmi: Thank you, my love, you are always so sweet.

Warren, remember who the man of the house is and that you can always speak with your wise grandfather about anything.

Yes, Warren, listen to the guru. I am going to hang some clothes to dry.

Warren: Grandpa, will you tell me the story of your life?

Guglielmi: I can’t, it’s much too long.

Warren: I have time, Grandma says that I need to ask you because you are Rudolph Valentino, the man from the photograph. Why did you have that name?

Guglielmi: Warren, can we wait until another time?

Warren: But Grandpa, all old people tell the stories of when they were young.

Guglielmi: Who knows where you inherited this sarcasm from?

Warren: Maybe from Grandma, you always say I look like her.

Guglielmi: Too much.

Alright then, let’s start from the beginning.

I was born in Italy many years ago.

Warren: I know.

Guglielmi: Do you know where Italy is?

Warren: No, but I know you are old.

Guglielmi: Shouldn’t you be a bit more respectful?

Warren: Why, you are, aren’t you?

Guglielmi: Charming, just like your grandmother.

Where were we? I was saying that Italy is a country very far away in respect to where we live now.

Warren: Do you need teleportation to get there?

Guglielmi: No, an airplane. How many times do I have to tell you that you don’t need to always talk about the future?

Warren: Okay, grandpa.

Guglielmi: I was a lively little boy and my mother, a saint of a woman, could hardly keep me at bay.

Pranks were common on a daily basis, and my father would spank me often.

Warren: Mamma said that one day she will use the carpet beater on my little bottom.

Guglielmi: Then you understand what I mean?

Warren: Yes.

Guglielmi: My father took care of animals, and I would often travel with him.

Warren: Even cats, like Gio?

Guglielmi: Certainly, but he preferred horses.

I lived in Castellaneta, a small town where everyone knew each other. Initially we resided on Via del Commercio, but when Maria was born, my younger sister, we moved. The old house was much too small to accommodate five people, while our new house was ample in size and had a view of a square full of trees. It was also very close to the main square, where a huge fountain still sits today.

Warren: It was the town where you were born, right?

Guglielmi: Yes, even though, for my father’s research as a veterinarian, we soon moved to Taranto, a big city not too far away.

I loved the house at Via Massari 16 because it was close to the sea, and, as soon I finished school, I would go to take daring dives off the rocks along the beach. How I loved to walk along the seaside with my mother, our topics of conversation would almost always center on my future and the respectability of our family.

I kept no secrets from her because she always had such great advice to give me.

She had just one flaw, she was particularly meticulous with the care of all the aspects of her family. She believed it was essential to always be well-dressed, as she loved to say.

When you’re a little boy, it is impossible to keep your clothes clean, and this naturally bothered her.

I didn’t even like my straight hair that was parted down the middle. Because after dampening my hair, it would have to be covered with Linetti grease. She didn’t love it when I wore my natural hair, as in her opinion such a beautiful face shouldn’t be covered by wavy locks.

She barely spoke a word to me while she would try to perfect my appearance.

How much I miss…

It is in her memory that I have never stopped combing my hair this way, it always reminds me of her kind attention.

Warren: Where is she now?

Guglielmi: In heaven, with the angels and my father.

Warren: I understand.

Guglielmi: When my father died, my mother was no longer able to take care of me. Despite her personal objections, she followed the advice of my uncles, and she forced me to attend the Onaosi boarding school in Perugia.

My God, it was so far from home…

My relatives presumed that this kind of structure would make me meek.

Warren: And did it work?

Guglielmi: Absolutely not, they kicked me out after just three years because I punched a friend of mine who was making fun of my ears.

Warren: Actually, they do look like the ears of a bat.

Guglielmi: Oh my, where is that carpet beater that your mother wanted to use?

Warren: Sorry, Grandpa.

Guglielmi: I’ll let it go this time, but don’t sail too close to the wind!

Warren: And then what happened?

Guglielmi: I wanted to find glory in Venice through a military career and make my mother proud, but I was not eligible. So I instead decided to engage myself in agricultural studies in Sant’Ilario Alto, a town near Genoa in northern Italy.

Warren: Did you graduate?

Guglielmi: Yes, with excellent grades. My mother was very happy for me, and she rewarded me with a trip to Paris, a city in France, which is near Italy.

I visited many different parts of the country and eventually made my way to the southernmost regions. Here I met many people who I would eventually see again later in life.

Warren: Your mother was French, right?

Guglielmi: What a great memory my grandson has, yes she was.

You should know that in Paris I also learned how to dance.

Warren: You are the best!

Guglielmi: Thank you, you are very kind. It helped me when I arrived in New York at the age of eighteen.

Warren: The city with the great lady in the water?

Guglielmi: Yes, that’s her. For a period, I danced with many women, but I also worked as a gardener and did many other menial tasks. Because, to become famous, you first need to follow a road that is not always paved in gold. Then… after much wandering, I arrived at Los Angeles.

Warren: At home?

Guglielmi: Of course, Warren.

A screen designer by the name of June Mathis, someone who would eventually become one of my dearest friends, offered me a role as the main character in the famous film: “The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse”. She was a kind but determined woman in her work. She knew how to listen, and it was a pleasure to speak with her.

Warren: And Grandma?

Guglielmi: I met her many years later, because before I had already been married to Jean Acker and then to Natacha Rambova.

Warren: Did you have children with them?

Guglielmi: No, my only two children are your father and your aunt.

Warren: And then?

Guglielmi: I acted in many other films, but I eventually took myself out of that scene because I was tired and wanted to have a private life. Being famous doesn’t allow you to enjoy the simple things, you are always observed and desired.

Warren: Did people recognize you on the street?

Guglielmi: Of course.

For them I was the Sheik, due to the role I played in two films.

Acting, though, gave me quite the economic advantage. I was able to afford a large home that I would go on to name Falcon Lair.

It was at around this time your grandmother had entered into my life.

Warren: Was she pretty?

Guglielmi: She still is, don’t you think so?

Warren: Yes, the man who lives next door likes her too.

Guglielmi: And how did you come to find out about that?

Warren: He always offers her flowers.

Guglielmi: Interesting.

Warren: Now you are not an actor?

Guglielmi: No, I have to dedicate myself to you and your dad.

Warren: Great, a peaceful life.

Guglielmi: The story is almost finished, but I don’t believe that you know that your grandmother comes from the future.

Warren: Does that mean that she still hasn’t been born?

Guglielmi: In fact, that’s true. That will happen in a couple of years.

Warren: Then how did you meet?

Guglielmi: Some people had spoken to me about a rather strange lady who was also very nice. She didn’t immediately attract me because I couldn’t see her, but then something awakened inside of me, as if I had already known her for some time, and I had reached her again. Initially, I pretended to be a ghost and communicated with her through my mind, only to reveal myself later.

Warren: And what did she do?

Guglielmi: Her feelings turned from terror to deep sentiment, and I managed to marry her in 1926.

Now you can understand that the complicated life of an actor was not suited for the concept of family that I had in mind.

I couldn’t walk down the street because the fans would tear off my clothes, and I was constantly forced to disguise myself. I would never have been able to walk with my children and look through the windows of the toy shops, can you believe that?

Warren: Jeez!

Guglielmi: So I decided to fake my own death, I created a new identity, I changed my name from Rudolph to Raffaello, and your then your father was born. This is why you cannot tell anyone that I am Rudolph Valentino, the stage name I had assumed in the field of cinema, because to the rest of the world I have been dead since August 23, 1926.

Warren: Now I understand everything, I don’t want to be an actor when I grow up because clothes are expensive!

Guglielmi: You’re telling me.

Warren, go to your mother, I need to speak with Guglielmi for a moment.

Warren: Grandma, why do you call Grandpa that?

Warren, I will explain everything to you another time because right now I must do something with him. Do you mind?

Warren: I understand, I’ll leave now.

Guglielmi: Next time I will tell you the story of your aunt who lives in Italy, Turin to be exact.

Warren: Okay, Grandpa.

Guglielmi: What have I done? What are you doing? Why are you going to the computer?

Quiet.

Guglielmi: Don’t leave me in suspense.

Take my hand, wrap your arm around me, and let’s dance the waltz on the notes of this wonderful theme.

Guglielmi: I love Sarah McLachlan’s “In the Arms of an Angel”. Do I have to lead?

Sure, Sheik.

I will close my eyes, like I did when I danced with what I thought was a ghost, even though today I still wonder how you were able to lead without materializing…

Guglielmi: This, you will never know.

Obviously! Do you remember when we showed our dance routine to my friend, Daniela? Remember her expression when I opened my eyes, following your suggestion, so that I would avoid bumping into the table?

Guglielmi: Surely on that occasion she understood that you were not crazy.

I don’t think that she had any doubt, but this would have reassured her because, for how absurd the situation was, it was all true. I will never know how I was able to fall in love with someone that I could not even see or touch!

But what I feel for you is the only truth, that over time has not changed and never will.

Thank you for drying my tear, it could be the menopause that makes me so emotional.

Guglielmi: Oh, come now.

I can’t imagine my life without these strong arms wrapped around me.

You are my friend and my fellow adventurer, you are my confidant, you are the love that lights up my nights, but above all you are the watchful eye that’s with me going into each new day and cradles me in a world of dreams.

Maybe I have never thanked you for teaching me how to dance, you have been my teacher in life in so many ways that I can’t even remember all of them.

What a marvelous life… And now, Rudolph Valentino, listen to this melody, and, while looking me in the eyes, give me one more dream. Happy anniversary, my love.

July 11, 1956, 7:00 a.m.

Come on, we’re late for Marie’s wedding!

Guglielmi: But doesn’t it start at three in the afternoon?

We are the parents of the bride. We must be the first ones to get up.

Guglielmi: Go back to sleep.

Look, I have prepared a family photo album to give her at the end of the ceremony. Do you think she will like it?

Guglielmi: Now I understand. Show it to me, I’m awake now.

Wow, you also put the photos of Alberto’s school recital!

I still feel a little embarrassed when I think back to that day.

Guglielmi: Not as much as I was.

Are you referring to when the teacher asked him…

It was terrible how Alberto replied at the end of the show.

…

Teacher: Alberto, now do you want to tell us something that your parents have taught you?

Alberto: I don’t know.

Teacher: Could there be something that your mother says to your father often? Something that could be useful to you one day?

Alberto: Yes, there is!

Teacher: Alberto, don’t be shy, tell us as well.

Alberto: “Guglielmi, you’re too impetuous in bed!”

The teacher, embarrassed, tried to lighten the atmosphere by responding, making the situation even worse.

Teacher: But they love Alberto very much…

Alberto: Yes, they kiss me all the time, but it is different when they do that with each other.

…

The teacher, still apprehensive, concluded with: Thank you for this brief glimpse of your family life, Alberto.

I can still see myself sinking into my chair, my cheeks burned as you ran outside, leaving me all alone to face the stares and the gossip from the rest of the audience members.

Guglielmi: Why did you also put the photo of me holding a glass of champagne at Alberto’s wedding?

What’s wrong with that photo?

Guglielmi: Look at it carefully!

I didn’t realize!

Guglielmi: Its always your fault, and that association of ideas. Since that one night many years ago, when you connected a moment of pure pleasure with a glass of champagne. I have no longer been the master of my thoughts and I let myself get carried away only by desire.

In the end, however, I do not mind. Because a head as crazy as yours does not even exist.

I didn’t do anything… Is it my fault?

Guglielmi: What a fool.

I have just one wish, to resume our way of titillating life, because for some time it has seemed dormant.

I still don’t understand if you truly know me.

Guglielmi: Maybe I understand you much more than you can imagine.

Of course, you have always worn tight pants and the wrong times.

Guglielmi: Don’t laugh.

Why do you do it.

Guglielmi: Because I have enjoyed it all my life. Don’t get distracted, keep looking at the photo album and don’t peek under the sheets!

Guglielmi, don’t expect me to turn my attention to what you are implying. I was simply reflecting on the fact that I could remain here for hours looking at these photographs in your arms. They have always been comforting for me in any circumstance.

Guglielmi: I will never be able to understand how you can go from moments in which you practically forget about my existence to moments of exhibiting such profound sweetness. If only I could rewind the film of our life, just to enjoy it once again.

Do you remember when Alberto attended the school of 2220?

Guglielmi: How could I forget…

When he returned for summer vacation, he would tell of all his exploits in an almost incomprehensible way, due to the enthusiasm he had in his presentation.

We have such extraordinary children.

Why didn’t we decide to live in a different part of history?

Guglielmi: Don’t you remember? It was your decision, you loved the Roaring Twenties.

It couldn’t be otherwise, the liveliness of that period was practically overwhelming.

Do you remember how wild I used to get on the dance floor?

Guglielmi: Yes.

How I would love to relive those times…

Have you noticed that every now and then I still mention the Charleston step and tip-tap? Sure, I don’t have the same grit as I did before, but I still do pretty well for my age.

Guglielmi: If you ask me, you are still pretty unfettered.

You are too kind.

Guglielmi: I know.

Oh my, I didn’t include the photo of you skinny dipping!

Guglielmi: Does that seem like a suitable gift for a daughter?

Whoops, that’s true.

You say that they heard us at night, while…?

Guglielmi: Anna, what do you think?

I get it, you don’t need to nod.

Guglielmi: Why are you sighing?

The photos of you, while you are in the fields without your shirt, they still leave me stunned.

Guglielmi, you’re right, you are still f…

Take your hands off of my mouth!

Guglielmi: Warren might hear what you are saying.

What do you say we get dressed?

No, I have more to show you.

Alberto was such a beautiful child, and he was so curious! Do you remember all the questions he asked when we went to New York for the first time?

Guglielmi: They have been impressed into my mind. You were like a thorn in my side.

What an awful thing to say.

Guglielmi: You know that I did not mean anything by it.

We’ll let that go.

Look at how we are portrayed in front of the Castello Sforzesco in Milan.

How I loved returning to Italy and visiting my hometown… I know it was a long journey by ship, but I would never get on a plane! I have seen too much footage of air disasters in my day.

They’re still not reliable in this period of history.

Guglielmi: Yet you have never been averse to space shuttles.

Obviously, the means of transportation of the future are safe. Not to mention the teleportation that has allowed us to travel through space and time. However, I was a bit aggravating with all my questions the first few times we visited another period.

Can you believe that I was asking a man from the 1920s for an explanation? It would be hard to understand for anyone, but it was very fortunate that you were in contact with the doctors of that time period. Alberto would never have survived without them, and Marie and Warren would never come to exist.

Wow, how many people have you saved!

Rudolph Valentino, the time traveler: this definition was missing on the internet of my Latin Lover.

Guglielmi: What kind of answer would you give in 2016 to people who asked you if you were talking to me?

You know, I wouldn’t answer anything.

Guglielmi: Why?

You forget, because in any case they would not believe me, people listen to what they want to hear and cast their beliefs onto others. Remember?

Guglielmi: Vaguely.

You’re getting old.

Guglielmi: What has fascinated you the most about the future?

I like the hologram room, but I got scared when I chatted with Al Capone. He was very similar to the gangster we met in Los Angeles.

I still shiver when I think back on that time.

Guglielmi: Me too.

When he found us underneath that van, I thought we were surely done for.

In that circumstance, the fact that you had trimmed your beard surely saved us, being that you were recognizable. And to think that his only intention was to get your autograph.

Guglielmi: I was able to turn the situation around in our favor, do you remember?

How could I forget.

But now let’s think of something more positive.

Guglielmi: For example?

There’s the trip we took on the Ster spaceship, which took us to Gersorius. That planet had such huge purple flowers, they were taller than me.

Idiot! Don’t make that expression implying that I am not exactly a giant.

First of all, five foot four is not exactly tiny. And then in that small barrel there was some very good wine.

Guglielmi: Definitely nothing to complain about.

Exactly.

Guglielmi: Why are you smiling?

The image of you petting the two-headed dogs just came to my mind.

What a beautiful planet, it was filled with so many colors and different species of animals completely unknown to us. Evolution there had been so much different to that on Earth. How many moons did it have?

Guglielmi: Three.

You’re right, now I remember. Looking at the evening sky left me breathless. One could see among the stars a green moon, then a blue one, and the largest of the three was a carmine red.

Stop taunting me! Can’t I sigh?

Guglielmi: Yes, but you are funny.

And when were you stung by the polfo?

Guglielmi: Ah yes, my arm would have doubled in size I if hadn’t taken the antihistamine. I could have died.

You’re exaggerating. You wouldn’t die from the polfo, it’s the calavvo that is dangerous!

Don’t look at me like that, it’s that type of grasshopper, with the two hooks in front of its body. It immobilizes its prey and injects it with poison.

Guglielmi: I get chills just thinking about it.

We got those painful injections of “brefia” to become immune to those insects. It also protected us from the calavvo.

Wow, what a memory to find myself in.

Guglielmi: I, on the other hand, did not like the planet Paranut. It was all green, a bit too monochromatic for my taste.

Green is my favorite color, but only when it is complimented by other hues, otherwise it bothers me too.

Guglielmi: But the desserts that they cooked on that planet were delicious.

You have always been very gluttonous, but you are right, they were exceptional. Soft, enveloping, sweet just to the right degree. We should go back.

Guglielmi: Why not!

I still smile when I think of when you gallantly presented yourself to that woman, who turned out to actually be the husband.

We could say that you have also made plenty of other social blunders.

Guglielmi: We should write a book about all of our adventures.

Another one?

Guglielmi: There’s never two without three!

Sure, let’s do the trilogy.

Guglielmi: Excellent idea, Rudolph Valentino deserves a “hat-trick of books”!

It sounds like you are talking about soccer.

Guglielmi: Imagine the women of the future who will discover three books that tell of the mythical adventures of Rudolph Valentino…

I can also see the screenplay…

Director, let’s get dressed because it’s already late.

Guglielmi: You ruin my creativity. I could have been great at that too.

I have no doubt, and now I will get behind the camera and film you while you get dressed.

Guglielmi: No comment.

Come on, handsome young man. They await us.

Hold on, your bowtie is crooked.

Guglielmi: Thanks.

Change the dress, put on the red one.

Rudolph, will you stop! You have been giving me orders for a lifetime on how to dress, couldn’t you ask me nicely?

So nervous!

Guglielmi: My lovely other half, would you kindly and caringly wear the tight-fitting red dress?

Pirla!

Let’s go.

Guglielmi: We are ready and proud to be cool.

What did you say, Guglielmi?

Watch out, you’re stepping on Gio!

Guglielmi: Excuse me, my big and beautiful cat.

I can’t remember why we gave him that name.

Guglielmi: And I am the forgetful one. We gave him the same name as Eleanor’s cat, that beautiful lady you met from my fan club, before I took you to 1926.

That’s right! Poor Gio, he is always forced to dodge his unfortunate masters. I believe that one day he will pack his suitcase and run off to find a more responsible family.

Guglielmi: What are you saying? Every night he goes to sleep in my arms, he would never abandon us!

It’s nice to watch him crouch down next to Rudolph Valentino, I am sure Eleanor would get excited if she could see you with him.

Come on, legend. Promise me that today, after Marie’s wedding buffet, you will give me two dances.

Guglielmi: I hope they are not too lively, like the ones the kids love today.

Maybe one is, it’s called “Blue Suede Shoes” by Elvis Presley.

Guglielmi: Wow, cool stuff!

Don’t worry, I also thought of us dancing to “Love Me Tender”.

Guglielmi: I can see that you like this singer.

Actually, I have always liked “Rock and Roll”, even if in my time it was only a distant memory.

Guglielmi: I’ll give you his LP titled “Elvis Presley”.

Great, so I can let loose, they say that at our age it is important to stay active.

Guglielmi: Well, then let’s go have some fun!

February 26, 2019, 3:30 p.m.

After all these years, I have learned that nothing is what it seems. I would have never thought that time and space could be broken down. I have watched many YouTube videos on the subject, but it seems that it is still difficult for anyone to believe that this is actually possible.

Time is nothing more than a veil draped over the eyes of the beholder. Every time a gust of wind moves it, the present becomes the past and we are projected towards a new future. I believe that it is possible to confirm that our reality is only the result of the perception we have in a given instant within our space. One, who stands just a few feet away from the point where he is observed by another, perceives a completely different vision from the other. Of course, there is the unique presumption that one’s own thought is irrefutable, but only the fool is unable to change his mind. Even if it is hard to admit, everything is in motion, even our certainties. After having lived a life so out of the ordinary, I can firmly assert everything that has been expressed up to this point. I decide the period in which to live, by now in my mind there are not many distinctions. I only have to use the technology of the future. With Guglielmi at my side, everything is possible.

I still remember the first time I went to Castellaneta, his birthplace, to see the “Rudolph Valentino Museum”. There I met the museum’s guide, Daniela, who would eventually become a dear friend of mine.

Guglielmi was both agitated and excited at the same time. At this point I still didn’t see him and just thought that he was a ghost, but I was able to perceive his sensations.

The visit was exciting in more ways than one, and for this reason I overwhelmed my future friend with an irrepressible flow of discussion. I couldn’t restrain myself.

I can still remember the walks we took through the alleys in the historical center of the city and the scents that pervaded the streets. I think back to that trip because I am visiting Castellaneta again, but this time a somewhat elderly Guglielmi is at my side.

Today I am feeling tense, as I don’t know what Daniela’s reaction will be when I reveal the name of my companion.

We used our usual, futuristic means of travel to reach the city. The year is 2019, and we find ourselves in a deserted alley in the early afternoon. We had preferred this time of the day because it is when the city’s inhabitants would surely be at home to rest. I believe the precise term they use is “controra”, which simply refers to the time dedicated to relaxation during the afternoon.

In this part of Italy, the habits are different from the ones to which I am accustomed. Here you eat an hour later than what I am used to and go to bed late in the evening, which is why you need to regain energy after lunch.

Guglielmi has grown a beard, as the city is covered with his photos. In my opinion he has not aged badly, although some fine lines have formed around his eyes and forehead. He hasn’t lost his hair, as the gossip of 1926 insinuated, and his body is still slender. We both appear to be ten years younger, perhaps because we have always followed a strict diet and exercised every day. With Guglielmi I have no choice!

And now here we are. I look at his face and see an expression of disgust, but I don’t understand why.

…

Guglielmi, what have you done?

Guglielmi: At least it brings good luck.

But it smells!

Give me your shoe. I will clean it in the fountain just ahead. Wait for me here.

Guglielmi: And where do you think I would go with a bare foot?

Right.

Guglielmi: Hurry up, someone might walk by and recognize me. And please don’t grin, you’re making me nervous.

Guglielmi, there are some children laughing quite hard at what just happened.

Guglielmi: I would have laughed too at their age.

Here you go, your shoe is as good as new.

Guglielmi: Jeez, it’s all wet. Now my sock is soaked.

I’m sorry, but I didn’t have much of a choice.

Guglielmi: Come on, I want to visit my museum. What a nuisance, now it’s making a squeaking sound, I’ll have to tiptoe to avoid it.

Whiner.

…

We have just passed through the door leading to the main entrance of the museum, which is strangely open at this hour, but then I feel a strong pain in my hand. Guglielmi’s has become unrelenting, it was clear that his emotion has become irrepressible. And as I look up, I see her.

…

Hi, Daniela.

Daniela: Hi, Anna, when did you arrive? Give me a hug, it seems like we haven’t seen each other for years.

Indeed…

We arrived just a little while ago, and we thought we would come see you before another tour. I am here with a very dear friend of mine… This is Raffaello.

Daniela: Pleased to meet you Raffaaaaelllo. His resemblance to Rodolfo is striking.

I think that by continually looking at his photos leads you to start seeing his likeness in all the men you meet.

Daniela: You don’t see it? He is exactly the same!

I thought I would tell you at the end of the visit to the museum, but I am shaking with the desire to reveal a mystery to you. Do you remember our long talks, in which we hypothesized that there are people who can cross through space-time?

Daniela: Of course, we also fantasized about other topics as well.

I have to tell you that it is not just a theory: it is possible to achieve this kind of travel.

Daniela: How do you know?

Because the hand you just held is that of Rudolph Guglielmi, better known as Rudolph Valentino.

Guglielmi, you always have the same effect on women, they all fall at your feet.

Guglielmi: I’ve got it! My dear, it was a reference to me when the term was created, Latin Lover.

Daniela, he is not a ghost!

Can you hear me? I just wanted to show you that I was not talking to some kind of entity.

Guglielmi: It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

Daniela: Help!!!

Guglielmi: I believe your screams may cause us some unpleasant setbacks.

Daniela, do you trust me?

Daniela: I don’t know who to look at, it seems as if you want to hypnotize me.

It wouldn’t be a bad idea, but sadly we’re unable to do that.

Guglielmi: What would you think if we introduced ourselves?

Daniela: Pleeeased.

Guglielmi: You don’t seem particularly scared to me!

What are you saying?

Oh, she fainted again.

Guglielmi: It was simply a maneuver to help her feel at ease, which, thanks to your poor timing, failed miserably.

I didn’t do anything!

Daniela: I am recovering. Your bickering has made me understand that you are both real. So, you are not dead?

Guglielmi: No.

Daniela: But I cannot understand how it is possible that right in front of me is one of the greatest actors of silent film!

Listen to me, what do you say if we save these explanations for a later time. Wouldn’t you like to get to know Valentino better?

Daniela: Give me just a few more seconds because this is not easy, I never thought that this kind of fortune was possible. Nobody would believe me if I told them… Of course, with Anna’s complicity, one can live some very unique experiences.

Thank you, but all this is the work of Guglielmi. So, what if you tell the truth to the people you know?