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EDITORIAL: THE LAST THULE, HUMANITY’S END OF THE LINE<\/strong><\/h3>\n

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I dare not imagine the face of the Greek sailor, Pytheas, in 325 BC, when, having crossed the Pillars of Hercules and challenged the gods to find fertile lands rich in minerals, he comes up against these immense mountains of eternal ice, and realises that he could go no further. His world is different, unchanging, unknown. Alexander the Great is about to give up his life in the midst of his crazy eastern military campaign. In Rome, the monarchy has ended and the republic is born. In China, Gongsung Long teaches rationalism and seeks a metaphysical correlation between name and omen. Everything is still possible, and Zeus still sits on the throne of our fears, from where he hurls the thunderbolts that make the earth tremble.<\/p>\n

Instead, I have before my eyes the documentary images of the first rescue mission to the North Pole. It is 1928: two years after the first trip with Roald Amundsen, the explorer Umberto Nobile has made a second journey to the end of the world, and his airship has crashed to the ground. They found him after seven weeks, fortunately for him, because he and some members of his staff, who had escaped the crash of the airship, painted the tent red, the one in which they spend their days praying and gnashing their teeth. A red dot in an inhuman and immutable white immensity.<\/p>\n

And I think about what the pole will be like in less than a hundred years, when the glaciers are gone and the narwhals no longer need their horns to break through the ice and return to the surface. When there will be humans everywhere, with monstrous machines digging mines, atomic submarines looking at each other with scowls, spaceship-like fishing boats exterminating the few fish left on the planet. The last surviving corner of the planet, while the rest burns in deserts, is swept away by hurricanes or drowns in tidal waves that wipe out entire islands.<\/p>\n