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the air as if completing the boy’s
speech. In his mind, the scientist
knew what he had just asked and
the answers started to reach his
restless academic curiosity. When
the consulted Sibyl got closer to
the physicist’s ear, whispering
streams of almost inaudible words
as usual, the famous visitor’s face
distorted with astonishment. For
almost 20 minutes of shu shu
shus blown in his ear, the scientist
heard the words he was looking
for. In addition to theatricality, this
experience left the physics scholar
convinced that he had received all
the answers to his questions.
Years later, when the same physi-
cist asserted that the universe had
begun with a massive explosion
of matter called “The Big Bang”
by another English physicist, those
who knew about the Ukrainian’s
visit to the highly-gifted boy did not
hesitated, not even for a second,
to assert to all and sundry that the
policeman’s son and the school-
teacher’s nephew was the one
who provided all the reasons with
which the scientist built his theory.
Then, as if by magic, both the
whispering boy and the scientist
became even more famous.
The village had become too small
for the one who everybody now
called “The Whispering Man”.
Universities all over the world were
competing to book one week or
at least one day on the schedule
of that person who seemed to
know everything. Media inter-
views showed the Whispering
Man’s most variable assertions
imaginable. Nevertheless, the odd
thing was that, being variable
and inconsistent, those answers
kept certain coherence due to
the reporters’ lack of malice. The
reporters’ questions contained a
genuine worry about asking that
whispering man the formula for a
better world.
In the twilight of his life, when the
witnesses of his birth were long
dead, when television was no
longer a technological innovation,
when the world learned what was
happening at the other end of the
planet in no time, and many coun-
tries, previously isolated, were now
fused together in huge economic
and political blocks as one nation,
the Whispering Man was called
to speak before the parliament of
the biggest multilateral block. His
speech would be broadcast in real
time to every home, to every man
or woman who wanted to see or
hear him.
Time had left its mark and the boy
who cried in whisper or the young
man who waved his arms as wind-
mills in the middle of a hurricane,
today showed a scanty white-
haired head. His face showed the
weary eyes that are said to be-
long to those whose maturity and
knowledge have weighed down
his eyelids throughout a lifetime at
the same time that have kept his
ideas young .
The president of the Parliament
welcomed him as if he were the
messenger himself of God the Wis-
est. With a standing ovation the
parliament members applauded
the entrance of the unusual lecturer
and then, breaking any protocol
and political propriety rule, with
their cameras and cell phones
they started to take pictures of any
gesture and any grimace made by
the whispering man.
The presidential role was trans-
ferred to the Whispering Man so
that he conducted the Meeting.
An announcer was appointed
to act on behalf of the Assembly
and its president and ask the only
question expected to be answered
by the one who knew everything,
in order to prevent anybody from
reaping political gain from mak-
ing that question. The master of
ceremonies put on an affected
voice, welcomed the distinguished
visitor and read a bulky curriculum
containing the Whispering Man’s
achievements from his early child-
hood on the most diverse areas of
knowledge. All of these achieve-
ments were obviously supposed
since nobody ever heard a clear,
categorical, and complete sen-
tence that explained something
coming from that mouth full of
whispers.
Following the usual applause, the
great question was asked: “Our
world is still divided and, although
many of us have come together
transcending diverse barriers, there
are still places on the globe that
are being bled dry by internal
struggles, suffering from hunger,
diseases, poverty, and death.
What should we, as a human
collective, as mankind, do to ad-