The next day I woke up earlier so I could prepare myself to receive the teachings of the tribe. One of the twins, Avon, was not very happy with the fact that he went to class with them, I don't know why he thinks it is dangerous to sit in a circle listening to a woman's stories. It seems a bit exaggerated of him to have those fears and worries, but hey… I'm going to forgive him just because he's a 12-year-old boy.
As I leave the cabin, I realize the great changes that have occurred in the lives of the tribesmen. They began to reinforce the doors and windows, adding wood to them to prevent the wind from opening them. In the windows, instead of having skin, they began to be sealed with wood and the part of the doors added wood and made the entrance and exit of the houses a much more complex process. People's clothes also got several changes, they began to put a lot more skin on top and they began to limit the ornaments they wore. It seemed that they were preparing for winter, the last days are colder and dawn is much later than before.
Thinking about the arrival of winter makes me feel quite melancholic. It makes me remember how a few months ago I was at home with my real family and how a year ago we were preparing for Christmas. My birthday is in December and I assume that this year there will be no celebration. Do not get me wrong, it is not that I want a party or something like that, it is more than the fact that now I realize that my birthday is coming and all the festive events of Christmas and nobody is going to congratulate me or will you celebrate with me. Although I have a new family, this and especially this world does not make me feel any feelings of attachment, nor do I feel that I belong somewhere. I want to come back before winter. But part of me knows that this is impossible and every day that passes I realize more of that detail.