Going back in time to the first encounter in the very first story, it’s from my field surgeon’s point of view. I might get closer to an attempt to rewrite the first story into English. Though I won’t promise myself anything. My English is at rusty level forever.
🔞 I wrote a thing. It started with one scribbled sentence in the middle of the night, continued by the session in the defunct village in the forest and ended at my place. I chose English language for once simply because I wanted to try to write something in English. After few sleepless nights I can’t English anymore from all that staring into the papers, monitor, googling and researching all kinds of stuff. Once I recover some willpower and ideas I might continue.