Diary of a Castaway

Chapter 2

DAY 3

     I stay in the home of what seems to be the head of the village. He lives with his wife and daughter. The boss has a very peculiar hair color, is red, but the woman's eyes are purple. Does that exist? The girl has taken her mother's eyes and her father's hair color. She is shy and usually hides behind her parents, looking at me with big, curious eyes. Her face is round. She reminds me of Isaac, my little son.

     Maybe it's a punishment to stay away from them?

     I smiled at the little girl, but she got scared. Her father laughed, but I didn't understand what he was telling me.

     The girl approached carefully and timidly, then murmured. I asked her, as always, trying to communicate, what she meant.

     This is what she wrote to me:

     Obviously, I don't understand what it says, maybewhile I'm here, I should learn the language so I can communicate with them.

DAY 4

     I've spent the day observing the villagers. Although more than a village, it looks like a big city. There is a lot of noise, but also a lot of open countryside.

     You don't always encounter the occasional fight, but it's understandable that they have their problems.

    I have tried an exquisite drink the color of gold. I almost choked from drinking it in one gulp. The boss laughed and his wife served me more.

     Thanks to that drink, my wounds recover quickly. It must be the medicine they must use to be so perfect.

     I'm trying to learn the language, it's a bit difficult for me. In return, they wanted to learn mine so they could talk to me. It's a good exchange, given his curiosity every time I speak.

     I still have a lot to learn. I hope I don't end up confusing the words, but it's a start to being able to communicate with them.