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2020-10-11 16:10:18"Oh my god, what are these fears for now, girl, you have a headache and probably even a laceration and a concussion, there is definitely free. So pull yourself together and go there now so that you will be helped. "
Great, now I'm already talking to myself in which I kick myself in the butt. Well then let's go, then I'll go to the village, if I'm lucky someone will still be awake and help me.
I went through the village and saw a light in the window further back. When I arrived at this house, I stood in front of the door and struggled to knock and ask for help. But if not now, then when? After several seconds of thinking, I knocked.
It wasn't long before someone opened the door for me. When the door opened, an older woman was standing in front of me, she must have been a very pretty woman when she was younger, because her features are still soft even after all these years. Her clothes look very outdated, that is, she wore a light blue dress, the colors were already faded. The dress resembles a peasant from the Middle Ages. A simple dress for everyday wear, nothing special, but it still made a difference. She smiled at me and asked what I would like at this late hour.
I briefly explained to her the fact that I found myself in the cold, dark forest after someone tripped me and fell on my head. She looked worried and asked me into her house.
The furnishings were sparse, there was no sofa in the living area, just a table with six chairs, next to it was an open kitchen, but there was no stove, there was only a fireplace. It was very strange, I felt like I had traveled back in time, to a time when there was still no electricity, because only a few candles were lit, which lit the rooms a little in the soft warm light. There was a fireplace on one wall, it was still burning and there was a clay cup on the table with the six chairs. It seemed like she was a poor woman who didn't have much.
She pointed to one of the six chairs with one hand, so I sat on this one. In the next moment she stood behind me and touched the back of my head a few times. Then she told me that I only had a minor injury on my head and that it would heal quickly. She got a small jar and opened it, in it was something that looked like a cream, but was not white, but rather yellowish. The cream felt warm on my head, then she said to me that I can now tell her everything in peace and can explain my elevator to her. The smile she'd put on since opening the door still shone on her face.
I explained to her why I was walking around in black, about my attitude towards life, about the fact that everyone around me doesn't like me, because of my attitude and my style of clothing. Then suddenly the smile disappeared and she took on a serious expression. In a low, determined voice she then told me that I can be glad I knocked on her door, because anyone else would have stoned me at that moment and called me a witch.
Wait a minute, witch, stoned, maybe she'll tell me right away that there is a high probability that I would have ended up at the stake. And exactly a moment later she told me that too. Did I end up in the Middle Ages? But that's not possible, I haven't climbed in any time machine, let alone that I have such an ability to turn back time. What do I do now?
This woman seems very trusting to me, which was not only due to her warm smile. I tried to describe to her in simple words what I am thinking and explain to her where I came from and from what time. She looked at me in amazement and told me that I must have hit my head too hard. Sure, why should she believe me for such a crazy story?
But I had an idea, my cell phone still seems to be in my pocket, no matter how short the trousers are, the pocket is big enough for my cell phone and a button prevents it from falling out. I'll get it out and show her the progress I meant when I told her about my time. Of course there was no network, so unfortunately I couldn't demonstrate to her that I could really use it to call someone from far away.
But then she told me that the calculation of time was different and that they were based on the moon. A new moon means a new month and the fourteenth new moon means a new year, so a year has thirteen phases or months of the moon. And we were just in the tenth phase of the moon this year.
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