There is no better business than religion, we carry our fears,
and in exchange for our submission
they give us the peace of a miserable life
and a glorious death.
Anonymous
Recording 2, sector 1.
The months passed quite quickly in this sector, at least it seems that way to Paulina, one afternoon her father takes her to a quiet place, apparently he is worried about her inability to become pregnant by her. He (for her it is surely He) raised her, she was educated with the town's version of morality, everything they believe she accepts: every night she prays to the womb, in silence, with her legs trembling for all the males. who passed through it; She couldn't resist such a familiar look, she broke down, cried and wasted the little water in her body. I guess she was expecting a painful ending from the way she closes her eyes, but the old man leans in and explains that he will help her; that she is someone loved, that everything will be fine.
Tonight I have focused all available microphones and cameras, the religious ceremonies in this area are unknown to me. I saw Paulina wrapped in plastic wrap (Where did they get it?). With care, they spread it on the edges of the building, lucky for me, the moonlight, a song that the oldest matrons sing are only vocals worn down by the dryness of the throat and age; The old man's song follows the parameters of any myth, but it is admirable how well they composed it:
"Heaven-dwelling goddess
You abandoned us because
we deserved it more,
don't abandon the girl,
do not allow her people
to consume her.
You abandoned us because of our quarrels,
heal this daughter,
may she receive your comfort.
Lady of the nature,
that you hated metal,
that you left your children to cleanse evil.
Lady, you conceived us,
help your mortal servant
May it bring new life
to the people who serve you."
While the litany is repeated, the women with their ceremonial voices increasingly louder, spread the scarce and very valuable baby oil, it is very likely that it is more than some infant's fat because their gaze became unfocused. The old man extracts an undefined branch from under a stone, with water from a "skin" (that's what they now call their human water filters), stirs the liquid with the stick and gives it to Paulina to drink; She obediently takes it with clenched teeth, it must taste pretty bad, almost instantly she falls asleep.
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The others hadn't woken up yet but I'm already alert, I always wake up without opening my eyes. I have been doing this for several years, mainly to not see who is sleeping next to me, but today I don't feel sweat, or snore, my legs or belly don't hurt... I remember that my parent would cure me... I better open my eyes and go thank him... Whose voice is that? He is the progenitor. Heavens! He says the gods denied me the favor! I am sterile!
With who does he speak? He has a sticky, sweet aroma, with some metal... Disgusting! He is the enlightened one. What is he doing here? He only comes every fifteen days. He comes and takes our ransoms, he exchanges them for wineskins (sometimes he takes a woman who cannot bear more children or a prey). Apparently he came at my father's invitation, they want to exchange me for two wineskins, although it would be good for the village... I won't let them catch me! When they come for me they will only find the floor. I survived my mother's hunger and I will do it against everything they command.