We find their trace on the edge of a yellowed page, in dusty archives, or in the correspondence of another age; in song lines or village conversations. These treasure stories fill dungeons and vaults with an aura of legend; even today they fascinate adventure seekers who still believe in gold sleeping in attics and boxes of precious stones buried under old oak trees.
When this sun set, it was the twilight of the Roman Empire. We sleep badly before the battle. There is also no doubt that many men were wondering about her recent fires. Some of them believed that the sun of tomorrow would rise on a land that would henceforth be theirs: the Huns, the Ostrogoths, the Alamanni, the Gepids, the Heruli, the Scythians, the Rugs, the Visigoths, the Franks, the Burgundians, the Saxons, the Alans… Civilizations are like the people you make up. they are born, live, then die. It was time…
Source: Le Figaro
