Chillon

Yesterday we arrived at Castle de Chillon, seeing the castle is indeed intimidating, a brave fortress protruding from the water demands your respect upon seeing it. Walking across the bridge, I can feel the history soak into my skin, feeling of how many people had been there before me, that were asked to come there, not paid their way in just to see the history. Walking down towards the dungeon, there is a feeling of death that surrounded my mind. Having read, "The Prisoner of Chillon", the feeling of sadness and hopelessness, knocks down my mind like a wave of disparity. 

Sitting down on those rocks in front of the column where Fracois Bolivard was chained to for six years, I could only imagine the feelings that he must have felt: despair, boredom, anger, sadness, morose, suicidal. Byron tried to capture what this man must have felt when his brothers' bodies were laid in front of him--to rot, to decay, as he remembers his memories with them. Or when Bolivard had a chance to see the outside world and he sees the water and the landscape; then he turns around and sees what he has to live with, what he has to go back, he doesn't have a choice. 

I was only in there for twenty minutes maybe and I could feel the death and agony that must have gone on in there. Just being there cannot even give us an inkling to what that place must have really been back in its prime. What it must have been like to be a prisoner, Byron does capture those attitudes of just one prisoner. 

Also, I need to correct a mistake that I have posted on hear. Due to my history of Music and fireworks, I have become partly deaf in an ear and heard Udo Middleman incorrectly. I had posted that the Swiss can reserve a grave in Gryon for 3 years when in fact it is indeed 30 years which is a big difference. Sorry for any inconvenience that I may have caused.