Capt. Fairbourne:
[Narrating]
Borneo. For most of you, Borneo doesn't exist. An imaginary name on a map, like Tibet or Tierra del Fuego. The ends of the earth. But I know the island exists. You see, I was there near the end of the Second World War. My war. My youth. I was a botanist before. I've been a botanist ever since.
Capt. Fairbourne:
[narration continues]
That's why they chose me, I suppose. Special Operations trained me. I was to help lead the tribes against the Japanese. But I didn't lead them, really. No, that was someone else. I knew him. He was the last King of Borneo. It's all right to tell his tale now. The wind has swept away the stench of the corpses. And all that we remember is the flare of our youth.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:44