VEGABOND'S PRISTINE : If I Had Ten Lives
CH 3
After giving myself a little cheer up, I means myself in Laine's body began observing my surrounding.
The atmosphere of Berlin marketplace was more lively than expected . After all its mid 20s .
Although I observed people look quite busy and lively, they were far from being called happy and cheerful. At least that's what it looked in my perceptive
The half-century-long had taken its troll on the life of commoners, especially in counties such as Germany, France, or Russia.
I heard people say war brings nothing but destruction. There are no winners or losers after a war.
Walking around the lane , gliding through the crowd, I could see the poverty strikens sitting by the side hoping for some edibles, yet the irony was their determination not to beg.
Women's bargains and young boys running around in shorts and torn shirts chasing each other seemed to represent the stark contrast between the life of adult and child.
Walking up to a store that seemed like a grocery mart, I made a mental list of items I needed for tonight's dinner.
And I tried greeting the babushka ... the shopkeeper.
liane Vianden
Hello Granny .. Good day, isn't it?
shopkeeper Marie
<frown> Mind your business miss.
liane Vianden
<embarrassed> Ahaha.... of course.
I instantly overcome by regret added another point in my mental list... No.1 Never mess with German babushka..
no.2 mind your own business.
People here are really grumpy ... It seems what I had seen and read in 2023 is true..
Perhaps more serious in these days.
Mentally slapping myself for being stupid. I began picking up necessary commodities along with eatables.
Potatoes, tomatoes, onion , lettuce , flour, and some hard crust bread could last me for up to 3 - 4 days .
As I began walking to the counter for billing.... the door flung open ... and what was the source of this disturbance?
Rowdy young male .. 3 to be precise.
By their manner, it was pretty evident they had ulterior motives . To rob the shop.
before I could inter vine in the matter... dear babushka Yelled
shopkeeper Marie
You godfam.n ruffians get the hell out of my fuc.kning shop before I murder you.
I was stunned ... really, babushka, is that how you are gonna handle this sh.it ?
Ruffian boys
really granny.... and what are you gonna do.?
Ruffian boys
Hmmm? Granny is gonna call the fu.cking cops, boys... hahaha <laughing hard>
Ruffian boys
<laugh stop and serious> NOW GIVE THE MONEY... EVERY SINGLE DM here
Ruffian boys
or we are going to drill a hole through the skull of everyone here.
Now I started getting worried and maybe a little scared... I don't want to die, at least not now.
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