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Pompeii, Italy. Life in the Time of Eruption: Vesuvius

Pompeii, Italy. Life in the Time of Eruption: Vesuvius


Otium. The Art of Leisure

Vesuvius in background of Pompeii town

Music: Follow You, Bring Me The Horizon

Movie: Pompeii (2014)

Book: Pompeii: The Life of a Roman Town, Mary Beard

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23 Octobris

Today is my natalem. It might as well be my last day on earth. The mountain is growling menacingly, shaking Pompeii’s ground every so often. The grey wisp of smoke had not left the top of it for weeks. The gods are not happy.

I was sipping my vino in the filthy watering hole in Regio Secondo while staring at Vesuvio. My two friends were laughing maniacally at some joke I missed completely. Bless them for they are good company and reliable help in my work and travels.

I was commissioned by the mighty Roman senator Marius Atticus Volpes to design and build an otium garden at his new villa in Pompeii.

My friends might think that I’m enjoying their joke, but I’m smiling thinking about how I had made myself a name as a famous garden designer.

In less than a year, the wealthiest of the Empire would recommend me. Of course, I owned signum papyri to attest my brilliancy. All forged by myself in the grubby taberna I had enough coin to afford lodging. Cunning, but necessary.

Volpes is filthy rich and holds a commanding position in Senatus. He is also the cruellest type of man one can imagine: a rapacious businessman, a callous husband and father, a brutal slave owner. I believe him to hate all humans. I’m not sure if he at least loves himself. But he surely loves power!

So great was his desire to outdo all his senator colleagues that, contrary to all expectations, he didn’t even negotiate the colossal sum I requested for taking upon such a task.

Pompeii, Vesuvius eruption, Roman gardens, Roman columns, Italy

The thought that he will own an otium garden that could only be rivalled by the Cesar’s titillated his pride so much so that he threw the bag of gold on the table as if it had no value at all. Together with a transaction papyrus stating that I am entitled to travel around the Empire and abroad as necessary to get the most exotic seeds, plants and trees to bring to Pompeii, all expenses paid by Volpes. And also that if I fail to complete my task within a year, I will become Volpes’ property and slave in his quarry on the Lattari Mountains.

The man whose fame precedes his predestined name won’t leave anything to chance!

Omni causa fiunt never held more truth than the second I stepped into his majestic villa in Pompeii only to stop dead at the sight of my twin brother among the hundred and forty slaves. Nothing happens without reason, indeed!

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It was Fortuna who took me from my mother’s side in a desperate search for my lost twin and brought me precisely to Volpes himself in Rome, who then dispatched me to Pompeii.

How else would I have found the brother I last saw being taken by the Romans as they savagely attacked our peaceful village close to Tomis by the Pontus Euxinus? The apple of my mother’s eye and her only hope for help in her old age—the twin whose heartbeat I knew in the womb we shared. The wonderful brother I had known for twelve years, until that cursed day when the eagle banner fell upon our village with savage cries and gladius blows.

Davos threw me and our mother in the hole dug in the foundation of our house and drew a bed over it. A massive brute leapt into our home the next second, grabbed him by the arm and carried him out as if he were a rag doll.

Mother covered my mouth with her hand to muffle my desperate cries. Silent tears of fire coming out of her widened eyes burned the skin of my cheeks. The light of her eyes and the twin of my soul was brutally taken from us by a handful of barbarians who called us peaceful people, barbarians!

For three years, I had watched mother gazing longingly at the endless sea. I heard her crying her unbearable loss at night when she thought I was asleep.

Roman gardens columns, Italy

When I turned fifteen, I got up early, cut my long curls and traded my dress for trousers and a man’s shirt. I grabbed a knapsack I filled with a loaf of bread, some cheese and grapes from our vineyard, wrote a few words on a sheepskin parchment and left the house. I promised mother I would return her son. I wrote that she had to have faith in me and be sure I’d keep my word. And that I loved her.

For ten years, I travelled the roads of the Empire. I learned a lot, endured a lot, and laughed some, but I never lost hope that I would bring my twin back to his mother. Only everywhere I turned, there was no sign of him.

One day, my travels took me to Rome, where all roads converge eventually. And somehow, I managed to remain free in a place where most foreigners were slaves. But who knew I was a Dacian?

I was Ziais no more. My Roman name was Romulus Remus Quirinus (who would remember old legends, anyway?)

Columns Pompeii Italy Roman Times

I was too short and thin as willow to be of any use as a toiling slave. But I was clean, smart and comely enough to seem a learned one. And sufficiently cunning to avoid trouble and find out things. Such as senator Volpes looking for the best designer in the Empire to build him the best otium garden gold can buy at his new villa in Pompeii.

Gold I needed more than anything and flowers I loved since I was born. Mother had the most beautiful, balmy and sundry garden in the tiny village by the sea.

The past thirteen years of my life unrolled in my mind the second I saw Davos walking through the messy place that I will have to transform into the most magnificent otium garden within a year.

He was a grown man now. The twelve-year-old boy taken from us has blossomed into a handsome bloke. The work his master forced him to do developed his willowy body into that of an Atlas. His skin was sunkissed, but his face was stern. But his blue eyes showed the same kindness I knew as a child.

Our eyes’ deep dark blue colour was the only thing we had in common, considering we were twins – slim chance anyone would put two and two together.

Within the year, I got closer to some of the slaves. Davos was keeping to himself a lot, but in the end, I made him crack a smile at my jokes.

Pompeii Street after the Vesuvius eruption

I became quite friendly with the domina and her beautiful daughter, Sylvia. I felt sorry for the abusive way Volpes treated them. His wife was only good to him for her father’s position of power. His daughter was only good to him for the prospect of marrying her to the lecherous old satyr that was the consul. What father sells a child for his own good?

As for his hundred and forty slaves, their only purpose was to stay alive and toil or kill each other in the arena for what they called sports and profits that Volpes carefully placed in his repositorium. Later, I would accidentally find out where that was in his villa and smash it open for Sylvia to take the entire treasure away when I persuaded her to elope with my brother.

The year of hard work went by quickly. A couple of times, I had to go on long trips searching for plants and old statues.

Two full moons ago, I returned from my last trip to Pontus Euxinus. I went back home one last time to see my mother and assure her that her son would return soon. And to take some climbing roses from her garden, the ones I loved the most for their poignant fragrance.

Volpes’ villa was still standing, although the incessant rumbling of Vesuvio started shortly after my return. The garden was out of this world. Exquisite! Everybody was congratulating the senator.

For a long year, I had been up early every morning decorating the walls with frescoes. I had placed in the right spot all the statues brought from my travels. I had some of the slaves carve ornaments for all twenty fountains sprinkled around the gardens. The massive pool became the main attraction for Volpes’ many and influential guests. Its intricate floor mosaic was also my creation.

I decorated the triclinia strewn around with the most expensive silks and gold thread. The female slaves always kept the trays filled with meats, bread and fruits for the guests. The trees, the maze, every single last bush owned a perfect spot in this lush sanctuary. This place was heaven!

Volpes even succeeded — with great effort — to enunciate some slurred words that hardly could be construed as ‘gratitude‘ when I showed him my work. Coming from him, it meant a lot! The man only gives orders, never appreciating the efforts of others. Volpes paid for it, but the monster did not deserve it!

The peristyle became my living place. I loved to sleep under the stars in the little cove I built to myself, masked by thorny bushes. From my secret cove, I could hear the political intrigues whispered during the day (so much for otium!) and the noisy orgies that happened at night during the lavish, gluttonous banquets hosted by Volpes.

From there, I could also catch glimpses of whispered dialogue between Sylvia and no other than my twin. I cried an entire night when I found out that they were so tragically in love! And I swore to make their happy ending happen! I had no clue how, but it had to happen just as the mother would have to see her son again.

An idea started sprouting in my head.

A prolonged tremble brought me out of my reverie. My friends poured more vino, wished me felix natalis again and tossed it off. Before dawn, we would walk back to the villa, all three of us in various stages of intoxication.

otium gardens, Roman columns, Italy

24 Octobris

The villa was quiet. Everybody was asleep, except for the guards.

I was friendly with the guards, too and offered them a cup of spiked vino. They knew about my birthday and did not refuse one drink, no more.

When the last and most resistant of them finally gave up and was snoring softly, I grabbed the keychain from his belt and went down to the cells. All the slaves held there were awake, as instructed.

Davos was waiting by the grated gate. My hands were shaking so badly that I couldn’t even find the right key. I slipped the bunch to Davos to deal with and returned to the villa. After instructing the others to meet by the stabulum, careful not to scare the horses, he followed shortly behind me.

I asked him to push the heavy marble throne supported by two massive lions. I knew the monster was keeping his assets in a nidus carved in the wall behind the throne.

I placed the last coin and shiny stone in the knapsack I had prepared for this. I handed it to an astounded Darius and told him to hurry to Sylvia’s cubiculum, wake her and run to the stabulum. They were to ride east without looking back and keeping away from Vesuvio and the sea.

Before he turned, I jumped in his arms and gave him the tightest of hugs, one I remembered from my mother’s womb. I made him swear amid bitter tears that he would not stop riding until he had reached the little village on the shore of the Black Sea and had delivered his beautiful bride to his grieving mother.

Davos looked at me perplexed; he still did not know who I was. I had to push him out of the officium.

The entire house was shaking. It was time to face the monster. I was adamant this would be the last time, no matter what. So far, the gods have granted me all I asked from them, and I was hopeful.

Roman Art

Awakened by yet another prolonged trembling of the earth, Volpes came rushing to his officium. At first, he did not see me and ran straight to the massive marble piece behind the throne, disturbed from its usual place.

When he turned, his face looked deformed with fury. Then, he saw me.

“You, I will kill you!” His eyes were bloodshot, and his voice inhuman. As he came out from behind the marble throne to leap at me, a violent shake made the massive throne collapse, catching both his legs under it.

The rage and pain turned his demented face blue. His shrieks became demonic.

I had my back glued to one lofty Greek column that I knew the angered spirit of Vesuvio would not wrench down easily.

The air in the officium became unbreathable. Floating dust particles from the collapsed masonry parched my throat, and my eyes were stinging. I dared move close to the monster only when I was confident that there was no chance of him reaching me.

Volpes shouted at me to help him out. I said I would not do such a thing.

The curses started falling out of his pipe like water in the twenty fountains and the immense pool in the garden before the Augustus aqueduct unexpectedly dried up yesterday.

Pompeii, Vesuvius eruption, Human Shapes

After a while, the effort and the pain got him tired, and his tirade slowed a little, enough for me to tell him that nobody could help him. His wife did not care. His slaves were free men and women. So was Sylvia, on her way to Pontus Euxinus to marry the man she loved, my twin brother Volpes had enslaved fourteen years ago.

Sylvia and Davos will live happily for many years with the stash of gold and the sparkling stones I removed from the nidus in the wall. After their time, many generations will still benefit from that fortune, for my brother was intelligent and hardworking and would know how to make it grow.

All the love Sylvia never received from her father she would get from my mother. I just knew mother would love her as if she were her daughter.

A node was threatening to choke me worse than the dust that was floating in the air. My eyes filled with tears. I won’t see mother again, but she will have her son back and a wonderful daughter-in-law to take my place in her heart if that was at all possible.

The monster started to shout again, blinded by hatred. “I will kill you! I covered you with gold, you bastard son of a bitch!”

“Aye, you did that. Allow me a correction, though. ‘Bastard daughter’, if you please!”

Volpes’ eyes bulged out. I had never seen such hatred in a man’s eyes before. And I had seen a lot in my twenty-six years in this world.

“Yes, you paid a woman to build you the most magnificent otium garden, bigger and more beautiful than that of Titus. A woman who could read right through you and outplayed you at your own game. A free Dacian woman who has no respect for the worthless piece of shit you are! A woman who liberated those you oppressed and abused for years. A woman who will die happy knowing that they are all far from your poisonous reach!”

His face contorted as if he were crying. I saw no tear; the tyrant was not able to produce one. To my shock, though, he begged me with a faint voice to kill him.

“I am no murderer,” I said and turned my back to him. Soon, the loud rumbling of the mountain covered his terrible wailing.

The earth was still shaking violently when I sat down on my favourite bench under my rose pergula in my garden. The acrid smell of sulfur and hot ashes replaced the intoxicating aroma of my mother’s roses. I struggled to breathe through it.

Pompeii Paved Road

Through the dense curtain of smouldering ashes snowing down, I saw my mother receiving the guests at the gate of our house. I saw the shock on her face when she recognised her lost son. I saw her embracing Sylvia, and I closed my eyes tight to feel her embrace. I knew she was thinking of me. And she knew that I was thinking of her.

The bay’s gorgeous view was obstructed by the thick black storm of ashes floating in the air. So was the sun. Maybe it was for the better that the life-giving god Apollo couldn’t see his creation wreathing desperately to escape when there was no escape. Pompeii was doomed; that much was clear!

Cut Time, Quilt More

Behind the villa, I heard the earsplitting thunder of an explosion. In the end, Vesuvio spewed up all the wickedness accumulated for centuries in this living hell.

A deep sense of tranquillity and profound happiness filled me. After years of constant search, struggle, despair, agony and ecstasy, I was finally at peace with myself, with life, with the gods.

At long last, some bloody time for otium!

I hope you enjoyed reading this story! If you’d like to read a similar one of Greek Antiquity, please check Rhodes. Please share the love by saving a pin to your travel boards; it will help this blog grow and motivate me to write more for your enjoyment! Thank you!

Otium. The Art of Leisure


The World Is An Oyster

Working as a journalist during university was pretty exciting. But landing a cruise ship job barely a year in my new graduate career was something else! Overnight, I moved from an already exhilarating job to an even better one. One that would allow me to wake up every morning in a different country. What more can a twenty-something wish for? The fact that I was fluent in a few languages helped. It made it easier to obtain the position I was seeking at the Shore Excursions department. Apart from dispatching tours in the morning and selling tickets in the evening, I would spend nearly every day on different trips. I did this a few years, spending half a year onboard and about two months at home. I enjoyed it immensely. I met fascinating people from all over the Globe and collected memories to last me a lifetime. Not to mention that I received a salary for seeing all those magnificent places the Earth has to offer! In an ideal world, everybody should live as they want. For me, that would translate into travel, then travel some more and keep travelling!

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50 Responses

  1. Joanna says:

    This is fascinating! True story or all from your imagination? I really enjoy reading your texts, this one has a great twist!

  2. Sitting on my couch and love reading these amazing stories… Thanks for sharing them.

  3. Jenny Parker says:

    I love your stories! They are always so good! Pompeii is definitely on my bucket list now!

  4. Diomayra says:

    I have always been passionate about the history of Pompeii. It’s a place I would like to visit.

  5. Lydia says:

    I lived in Gaeta for 4 months. I love Italy!

  6. Lydia says:

    Love your blog! Great information

  7. Jeri says:

    I just love your short stories! I will have to add Pompeii to my bucket list! Can’t wait for the next story! 🙂

  8. Nora says:

    I love your stories so much! After reading your Pompeii story, I definitely have to visit it soon! Thank you! 🙂

  9. I would love to go visit Pompeii one day. Reading your story makes me want to go even more! I love the way you paint pictures with your words.

  10. Jean says:

    that’s a good short story and I really admire the photos somehow it reminds me of the place Batanes, but Pompeii have a unique story

  11. Very interesting story. You certainly have a way with words. Pompeii, Italy has so much history.

  12. Karletta Marie says:

    You’re a fabulous writer and have a special way of taking us right into scenes of ancient days.

  13. AISilva says:

    Your stories are always so amazing and help us truly travel to your destination. Not just travel but experience it, which is even more important right now as many of us can’t travel. Thank you for this much needed post!

  14. Lisa says:

    Your stories are always so interesting! In this tale of Pompeii, Italy, I felt transported to that faraway location. You truly have a gift for storytelling. Thanks for sharing!

  15. Jolayne says:

    Your pictures are fantastic.

  16. My World Their Way says:

    I loved reading this post..and loved how you added so much history behind each picture.

  17. What a lovely and interesting story!

  18. I love reading these stories because there’s so much history behind them. Great post. Thanks for sharing.

  19. What an epic story contained in one post! Definitely not your typical blog read. Thanks for sharing.

  20. Cindy says:

    What a great read! I love how the history is intertwined with the story.

  21. Leah says:

    Stories with Pompeii as the setting are always so rich with details and this one does not disappointment! I’d love to visit someday.

  22. Alyssa says:

    As always, your writing does not disappoint. Pompeii has so much history to it and from the sounds of it lots of beauty. One of the many places I need to adventure to. Thank you for sharing your excellent stories!

  23. julie says:

    I really enjoyed reading your story! I could picture the beautiful garden!

  24. Maly says:

    Wow! Fantastic story. Having visited Pompeii (it was on my bucketlist), you have added that missing piece by bringing it to life. It was hard to imagine the ruins and people during it’s majestic time yet your story breathed life back into it. Thank you!

  25. Stuart Fahy says:

    Really enjoyed that, great read. Just added to my interest and need to someday visit Pompeii. Thanks

  26. Jenny says:

    I love a story that intertwined with history. And I wasn’t expecting that twist. Beautiful writing. Loved it.

  27. Sarah says:

    Wow! I was not expecting such a beautiful, thrilling story! The details were so woven into the storyline. I was swept away.

  28. Tegan says:

    Love Mary Beard’s work, and love Pompeii! Thanks for sharing.

  29. Rachel Hall says:

    Pompeii is such a unique cultural place and you write so beautifully. In awe of the stories you tell. Can’t wait to read more.

    • Thank you so much, Rachel! I hoped my writing style would be noticed. I appreciate all the travel guides out there, but I do like to put a twist on my travels and turn them into stories. We all need precise information, but we also need love! And food!:)) And, most of all, health, to thrive and enjoy what we do!

  30. Demi says:

    Oh wow ! I really love the way you wrote.. it’s like a novel.. I will read all over again tmr. Well done 🙂 Its so interesting. Saving this for tmr. I will visit Pompeii when I will travel to Rome Naples. Sadly our last visit to Rome we couldn’t visit Pompeii.

  31. Saptarshi says:

    I just hoped this story goes on and on…. these historical ruins has so many stories to tell!! waiting for more stories…

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