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== Context ==
Matrosha's Bucket is a journal entry by Matrosha Vetensija, a mixed Dalkaisk-Carthyan teenage girl residing on the S.S. Trevenitsa during [[The Great Migration]]. Her parents fled the planet of Taurus, from a rural field southwest of Blemie on the [[Dalkai|Dalkaisk]] continent of [[Reicala]].
Matrosha's Bucket is a journal entry by Matrosha Vetensija, a mixed Dalkaisk-Carthyan teenage girl residing on the S.S. Trevenitsa during [[The Great Migration]]. Her parents fled the planet of Taurus, from a rural field southwest of Blemie on the [[Dalkai|Dalkaisk]] continent of [[Reicala]].


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''Catain Version available by Dalkaisk-Catain translator Retus Penemus''
''Catain Version available by Dalkaisk-Catain translator Retus Penemus''
== Entry ==
I am Matrosha.
It has been 13 years since my departure from the place I call home. I remember not how the look
of endless fields of snow is. I do not remember the view of a horizon created
by the distant view of trees. I do not recall the feeling of walking on sand or
dirt. I do not know how a normal human should live.
I live the life of a traveler, one that leaves his home in the memories of other generations.

Revision as of 02:05, 11 April 2019

Context

Matrosha's Bucket is a journal entry by Matrosha Vetensija, a mixed Dalkaisk-Carthyan teenage girl residing on the S.S. Trevenitsa during The Great Migration. Her parents fled the planet of Taurus, from a rural field southwest of Blemie on the Dalkaisk continent of Reicala.

Translated and annotated by Dalkaisk Linguist Petir Bajean;

Carthyan Version available by Tauran Language professor Telenos Porsevon;

Catain Version available by Dalkaisk-Catain translator Retus Penemus

Entry

I am Matrosha.

It has been 13 years since my departure from the place I call home. I remember not how the look of endless fields of snow is. I do not remember the view of a horizon created by the distant view of trees. I do not recall the feeling of walking on sand or dirt. I do not know how a normal human should live.

I live the life of a traveler, one that leaves his home in the memories of other generations.