The sound of the wind coming from outside was rushing to Metin's ears like a whistle from the wooden windows of this old town hotel. What a shitty place. After paying so much money to spend the night he couldn't sleep because of the noise. It was actually another excuse for his insomnia. He had come to tidy up his late grandfather's house, but it was kind of a break an escape from his life in the city. From his ordinary life from his job at the bank where he worked from eight to five and from his ex fiancée who left him on the eve of their wedding.
He was thirty years old but he was feeling very tired.What could he do to put his head back on the pillow at two in the morning? In less than fifteen minutes he angrily got out of bed. The hotel was lousy but at least there was a water heater and coffee.He lit a cigarette.He pulled a chair to in front of the window.After opening his bag he took out the package that he had carefully wrapped. That story had caught his attention. He was going to continue reading...
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After the incident my sister and I had at the pond we were both acting like nothing had happened. We hadn't even mentioned it for three days. While I was trying to collect wood and catch fish again, my sister was collecting fruits and berries. I was occasionally going on expeditions, even though I was afraid, and I was looking around. We were trapped in this period of time. There was no way back. I thought we had to accept it.While I was having dinner with my sister in the evening, I told my thoughts.My sister agreed with me.We needed to live more comfortably and eat better.
We were going to work together to make our cave livable.My sister made a broom for herself from the bushes. She also had to do the cooking. I tightly tied sharp stones I found on sticks with vines and made tools such as spears and axes for myself. They were necessary for our defense, and for hunting. The tortoise shell I found while I was wandering, helped me a lot when I was carrying stones and clay soil from the side of the creek. As my father taught me I used stone and mud in the cave to simulate the stone oven in our house, plastered up to the hole in the ceiling, and prepared the chimney. It gave off very nice heat. The nights were cold. The door we carved out of dried tree bark, kept the warmth inside.
When we were in the village, we used to collect bales of straw to feed our animals after the harvest. My sister and I made beds from dried grass to cease sleeping on the cold stone floor. We used the small cave on the side as a pantry. We stocked the materials we needed, such as wood, grass, and fruit. This cave had become our home.
Our clothes were for summer.For thicker clothes, my sister said we had to hunt deer or some other fur bearing animal. I had gone hunting a couple of times with friends but then we had a rifle with us. I had to think of something. These animals were both faster and stronger than me.They were coming to the creek to drink water. I could set a trap. I dug holes and inserted pointed sticks in them. Maybe it would have worked.
Well, how did those cavemen hunt? I could learn something by watching them. My sister Nergis, insisted on coming with me.By watching the tribe from afar, we learned what they were doing and where they were going. We did not approach them because we did not know how to behave. The men were going out with a large group when they were hunting. The women were busy picking fruits and berries. After a while, we realized that it was of no use to us, and we decided to return home before it got dark. We had to take care of ourselves.
