Lost Roads

There is a place, not too far from the city where I go and hide.

Not literally.

Yet sometimes, even this city gets too close. Too many people hurrying by, making too much noise and hearing nothing.

Once upon a time, if I may use such a contrite phrase, Romans lived here. As did the Celts.

No one lives here now.  The Enge Pennisula is empty.

Walking down the Roman road, there is a sense of the forgotten. A world hidden from view, just out of sight, as if mischievous imps are peeping out from behind the trees. Yet even the imps aren’t forthcoming. There is no magic in this forest, just solitude. The earth here has heaved a sigh of relief and returned to nothingness.

There are reminders, even in these silent woods.

Stones stand silently, staring into nothingness, their numbers lost, their importance erased. A reminder of what once was.
The amphitheater stands surrounded by the trappings of modernity, lost in it’s hollow. No imagination can bring back the clash of swords, the screams of an appreciative crowd, the lion’s roar. Quietly, it waits to return to the ground.
Who lived in Brenodorum, this once thriving city of importance? 
On the Enge Penninsula, 250 -200 BC, the Celts lived in a walled settlement. They built their walls to impress – 12 meters deep and 6 meters high, with a 3 meter deep ditch, all along the cliffs above the river. This was, at it’s height, Brenodor one of the largest Celtic settlements in Switzerland boasting of temples, a flourishing trade route connected to the rest of Helvetia and one of the best defensive positions along the Aare.
All that is left of their wall has been taken back by the woods.
Brenodorum came to be when the Romans conquered the Celts. Aventicum took over as the city of power and the settlement on the Enge Penninsula started to lose its importance. The Romans took some care to provide creature comforts – the amphitheater, a bath house, good roads and some levels of prosperity. But somewhere, along the way, around the 4th Century AD, Brenodorum died.
In the woods are the remains of the bath house – now surrounded by the forest and closed in with a fence. 
 And in the forest, the memories sleep and keep their silence.

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