>be me
>native american, living far from any kind of real civilisation, very traditional comunity
>have no technology,live like our ancestors did, not up to date with current affairs in the world
>I did see a white man once though, and became friends with him, his name is Steve
>he lives in the big white man city, but one day he shows up saying he would like to live away from it for a while, and he remembered me
>I tell him the the village will not accept him just like that, and that the two of us can live away from the vilage for a while until they get used to him
>we head out into the forest, go to a clearing that I saw a few times earlier but never went to before, it looked nice
>we set up camp and get a fire going
>smoking the pipe, cooking meat over the fire, having a good time
>I’m curious about what’s happening in the world and ask him
>he looks kinda nervous and worried when I ask him, he says he went here to “get away from it all”, and “hopes everything will blow over anyway”
>really curious, but decide not to press the issue
>evening comes, we both hit the pipe a bit too much and go to our tents to sleep early
>as I drift to sleep I swear I could hear what sounded like gibberish speech coming from the treeline
>we both get up pretty early, have breakfast
>I suggest we go explore the forest, no dangerous animals around
>Steve isn’t thrilled about the idea, says something about staying in the clearing “where we can see if someone is approaching”
