The spirit symbol of Latin America

Author: Philip Vandenberg
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Publish Date: 2005-12-01
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The mystery of rebirth brought by Ramesses II, inscribed on a green scarab.
The mystery of rebirth brought by Ramesses II, inscribed on a green scarab.
A man obsessed with women, a woman obsessed with the past.
A novel written by a master of archaeological thriller, centered around the mystery of rebirth.
A magical word, a wildly action in archaeology. To save the temple of Ramesses II from the flood, it must be dismantled and rebuilt elsewhere. In this project, an engineer is injured by a disaster sleeping beneath the earth for a thousand years, as the curse inscribed by the pharaoh on the green scarab still takes effect.
Philip Vandenberg (Philip Vandenberg) is one of Germany's most renowned contemporary popular writers, known as the "Casanova of historical fiction." His more than twenty ancient culture novels and books introducing ancient cultures have sold over sixteen million copies worldwide and have been translated into thirty-one languages. Vandenberg primarily writes ancient culture novels and books related to ancient Greek and Roman culture. His works on ancient culture are generally set against the backdrop of ancient Greek, Roman, and Egyptian history.
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The situation was completely different from what Kaminsky had imagined, though this was not his first time working on a foreign construction site. In India, he had participated in upstream dam projects; in Persia, he had completed a seawater desalination plant, which was considered a great technological miracle. Kaminsky had spent only a few years at home; he called this life freedom. If he were forced to live in the same place every day, doing the same regular work, he would likely go mad, become foolish, or age prematurely. Although he was now forty-five, he looked like a young man, with sun-tanned skin from outdoor work, short hair combed forward, and muscles as as a boxer—exactly the type favored by women, yet this very trait could also bring him disaster.
No, he had imagined Abu Simbel completely differently: a desolate oasis nestled between the desert, surrounded by hundreds of kilometers of sand, with the Nile River blocked in the middle, temporary wooden houses on the banks, and a makeshift road made of truck tracks. Somewhere there was a canteen with a corrugated tin roof, rough tables and benches, men sitting on the benches, lighting kerosene lamps, drinking half their wages. It was like this in India, and it was the same in Persia: this was a foreign construction site.
"Surprised?" Lundeherm asked, smiling at Kaminsky's astonished gaze. The gambling house was full of people. It was nighttime.
Kaminski nodded. "Damn it. The middle of the desert. Damn it!" he muttered.
Lundeherm, the Swede, was tasked with familiarizing the newcomer with all the arrangements of the "Abu Simbel Joint Venture." Both he and Kaminsky were construction engineers, and they would be working together for the next two and a half years. Unlike Kaminsky, whose German origins were hard to conceal, Lundeherm gave no hint of being Swedish. He was short and slightly overweight, but his messy black hair clearly revealed Italian ancestry on his mother's side.
"In India, it was terrible," Kaminsky hesitated. "In Persia, at least we had walled accommodations. But we still had to fight rats every night."
"There are scorpions here, they say," Lundeherm replied, adding, "but they haven't crawled onto anyone's face yet."