Before the war.

When I had moved here, we passed by the natives… I did not know Kumari yet but it was shortly after when we had met… we became pretty good friends.

One really hot day, I was out in my field farming, when my wife yelled to me,

“Vasco, can you go and get some wood for the fire place, please?… We are running a little bit low.”

As I was cutting wood Kumari came up to me, this is when he freaked out on me for cutting the wood that he thought was his.

I will be writing in here again shortly.