The Pigeon Project [antikvár]

As he took up his pen, momentarily holding it poised over the blank page of his daily journal dated August 15, he stared down at his veined hand crisscrossed with the delicate lines of age and he was surprised at its steadiness. He should have been trembling with excitement. After all, hadn't the Greek mathematician Archimedes, upon sitting down in a bathtub and watching the water rise and thus discovering the principle of displacement, leaped out of his tub in joy and run naked through the streets of Syracuse shouting 'Eureka'? But unlike Archimedes, he had seen his own discovery coming closer with every passing month. At first with disbelief, and then with steadily diminishing doubt, he had seen it happenmg, and finally, Meen minutes ago, it had happened. Absolute certainty. Confirmation.,Eureka.His firm hand touched pen to paper, and quickly he began to record the momentous event, perhaps the greatest find in the saga of the human race. He wrote:What Ponce de León so desperately sought in the land of Bimini, I have found in the Caucasus. After twelve years of ceaseless search and experimentation, in my native London, in my adopted New York, in places as far away as Vilca-hamba in Peru and Hunza in Pakistan, I have found it in my laboratory outside Sukhumi, in the region of Abkhazia in Soviet Georgia. At 5.15 this afternoon, I was certain. It 7