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Post by Sven Dmitri Ashland on Apr 17, 2013 14:10:09 GMT -5
Sven sat on one of the stone benches in the graveyard and breathed in filling his lungs with air. Even though he had lived for eighteen years on the surface in this vessel sometimes he still felt like an outsider. Ever since he was twelve his memories of his past before becoming Sven Ashland had been building up and coming back to him piece by piece. It was like a gigantic puzzle that he only received pieces of a time for. But all those pieces were in the past but they still made who he was today in a way. He had the knowledge of all these experiences hardly any of which were happy. He remembered when they first started to come to him in the form of ‘dreams’ or rather nightmares. He didn’t remember the happy parts, as there were limited amounts of them. He didn’t remember his mother from back when he was originally alive before taken by the Bubonic Plague.
Besides Sven sat a dog eared copy of the Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri in Italian with notes written in the margins on several pages and the book looking like it was barely held together. Sven couldn’t count how many times he had read the compilation. He had read it as well in and English translation before I could read Italian but he preferred the original Italian version. He had brought this copy that he had with him to camp though he was thinking it was about time it was replace. Maybe he would see if the camp library had a copy. He wasn’t sure if it would be in Italian but he could deal, but for now. Sven just wanted to sit and relax and enjoy the silence.
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