When Corto Maltese met his friend, and real life, Greek poet, Konstantinos Cavafis.
Box 1: Alexandria, one day later:
You said: "I'll go to another country, go to another shore, find another city better than this one.
Box 2: Whatever I try to do is fated to turn out wrong and my heart -like something dead- lies buried.
Box 3: Wherever I turn, wherever I look, I see the black ruins of my life, here, where I've spent so many years, wasted them, destroyed them totally."
]Box 4: You won't find a new country, won't find another shore
Box 5: This city will always pursue you. You'll walk the same streets, grow old in the same neighbourhoods, turn grey in these same houses.
Box 6: You'll always end up in this city. Don't hope for things elsewhere: there's no ship for you, there's no road.
Box 7: Now that you've wasted your life here, in this small corner, you've destroyed it everywhere in the world.
C. P. Cavafis, "The City"
[Poem's translation by cavafis.compupress.gr]