Lindum Colonia
by Colin Slater
Category: Fiction

If I could but describe what it feels like to arrive in Rome, at fifteen years of age, when one has known since childhood that all one's blood ties are united with those sacred hills and valleys. For me, it felt as if the very ground shook beneath my feet as it welcomed its son, as if every furrowed stone in the streets had repeated eight hundred years of history for my ears. Even the muddy Tiber was so sacred to me that I felt faint at the sight of it.