The cask of Amontillado narrative essay
Advanced 9 Eng.
The Mystery of Vince Italy
It was a cold October night when I first heard of Fortunato’s case, I was very amused at the thought of someone doing something so unhuman to a person. I guess some people can’t control their actions, but then again those people belong in a mental institution. This case in particular was very peculiar because it had gone five years without being solved. It was about a week ago when our department heard about this case, it wasn’t long before the case landed on my hands. I am after all the best detective in this state something to be proud of course. Going out to the other side of the world to solve a case was something I had never done before but this case was overdue and someone had to do something to the aggressor in order to obtain justice.
Italy, a beautiful place if you ask me, the streets full of antique buildings and tons of traditions everywhere, something that is not easy to find. On my way to Venice I noticed that there weren’t as many people, the buildings looked abandoned and strange, and the people scurried around as if there was a secret buried amongst them. As I got of the cab I started to look around for clues or for some type of authority that could inform me about the whole case when suddenly someone spoke behind me “Why can’t you people understand that we don’t know anything about what happened to Mr. Fortunato?” his voice cold and full of exasperation. “I… I’m sorry? but--” I was about to explain myself when he cut me off, “You northerners are not welcomed here, all you do is disturb us and we’ve had enough.” And just like that he walked off into the distance. It was extremely clear that I was not welcomed but I had to do my job so I continued to look for some type of authority. When I finally found one he seemed to know exactly who I was and my reasons for being there. “Let me guess, you northerners are at it again aren’t you?” I looked at him as if I had no idea what he was talking about “Excuse
The Mystery of Vince Italy
It was a cold October night when I first heard of Fortunato’s case, I was very amused at the thought of someone doing something so unhuman to a person. I guess some people can’t control their actions, but then again those people belong in a mental institution. This case in particular was very peculiar because it had gone five years without being solved. It was about a week ago when our department heard about this case, it wasn’t long before the case landed on my hands. I am after all the best detective in this state something to be proud of course. Going out to the other side of the world to solve a case was something I had never done before but this case was overdue and someone had to do something to the aggressor in order to obtain justice.
Italy, a beautiful place if you ask me, the streets full of antique buildings and tons of traditions everywhere, something that is not easy to find. On my way to Venice I noticed that there weren’t as many people, the buildings looked abandoned and strange, and the people scurried around as if there was a secret buried amongst them. As I got of the cab I started to look around for clues or for some type of authority that could inform me about the whole case when suddenly someone spoke behind me “Why can’t you people understand that we don’t know anything about what happened to Mr. Fortunato?” his voice cold and full of exasperation. “I… I’m sorry? but--” I was about to explain myself when he cut me off, “You northerners are not welcomed here, all you do is disturb us and we’ve had enough.” And just like that he walked off into the distance. It was extremely clear that I was not welcomed but I had to do my job so I continued to look for some type of authority. When I finally found one he seemed to know exactly who I was and my reasons for being there. “Let me guess, you northerners are at it again aren’t you?” I looked at him as if I had no idea what he was talking about “Excuse