It’s now more than twenty years ago and still I can’t forget the faces I saw running after the car and the way they screamed when we drove off.
It was all because of the Folk Circle. My parents wanted me to join. They said that we should try harder to become part of the community. They didn’t want to be outsiders anymore and, to be frank, me neither.
The people had always been weird; I thought that right from the first day. The village was small, only about forty houses of which seven or eight were uninhabited. It was early summer and we were the only ones that had moved into the village in a long time – and the villagers made sure we were aware of that. Continue reading