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The Fire Sings

“It’s going to be nice,” says my mother.

She stood up, grabbed my hand and led me out of the hut.

Walking down the dry path we already saw the crowd setting wood in its place.

We walk around the site one, twice, thrice.

“It’s the tradition,” says my mother. “It keeps us safe.”

A girl sits on the floor, not far from the wood. Her mother feeds her the special leaves and the root.

“Chew well,” says the mother.

The girl cries. Continue reading

The Folk Circle

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