6

I could have been able to let my guard down here. I received casual, friendly greetings from shop owners, children and townspeople. The town is rather small and everyone is familiar with each other. It was clear that I was a stranger, but I was not treated like one. Feeling comfortable, I tried to gather some information about this world without indicating that I wasn’t naturally a part of it. I stepped into a bakery, a friendly looking woman behind the counter. I briefly browsed the aisles of goods, reminding me that I haven’t had a good meal in what feels to be far too long. I felt rude to approach the woman knowing I wouldn’t be able to purchase anything. I hoped she would understand. I asked her about the town, specific places to visit and where to find more information. I have found it to be difficult to ask “How do I get out of this world?”, without saying it directly. She was extremely helpful and kind, and even went so far as to offer me a small loaf of bread for free. I quickly wrote down a list of the places she talked about, ready to go find them.