HAPPINESS IS NOT ALWAYS

At the oasis life was not very busy, on our return a sandstorm
covered the quay and the central square, and all the terraces of the houses and the castle, we rolled up our sleeves and with the citizens
we cleaned up everything, it's not it was easy it took a lot of work and a lot of patience.
  Brjiana, she too was busy preparing food together with the other women for those who worked, and it was evident that she too was not very happy with the return and the monotonous life of the Oasis.
   We regretted our voyages to Thassa, and to Wosk, although sometimes the storms suddenly surprised us, especially in the great gulf of the North.

     We have moved the headquarters of our newspaper to the Oasis, setting up the machines and equipment in a hall at the rear entrance of the castle, and now we can work calmly, until we make other trips to the continent. Other cities have joined the sale of the newspaper by putting newsstands in their cities, a good sign means that we are on the right path.
    When everything was settled and after we resumed our work at the newspaper. One day a pirate ship arrived from the north, to unload skins and barrels of Meal and northern kalana, the captain came to greet me and I brought a package with a message from a Jarl from a northern village named Bergvik, in the Torvalsdland, Jarl Sir Bergson had heard of our newspaper and invited us to bring them a newsstand, where we could sell copies, even if in the north few know how to read well, but he tries to emancipate his people in a way that they become like the citizens of the south, and not remain rough Vikings, who spend their winter in the big common house drinking and having fun with the slaves.
    After consulting with my partner Brjiana and the commander of the guards, we decided that a trip north would not be bad as we would visit a few ports along the way and wonder if they didn't sell other copies.

 The trip by ship strangely for the winter period slips lightly and without encountering thunderstorms or storms as usually found in the great gulf of Thassa, the wind from the south pushed us making us increase speed, after a short break in Tira to supply us with drinking water , we continued north, stopped in Hammersgard, to meet our friends Nani and Edu and their little offspring that was growing well, the next day we left, in the evening we reached Finnur fiord, where my sister Shaina still lives while my mother lady BB and left for the south with my father, my sister Shaina has a large farm in the village of Finnur and you supply us with every good that she grows together with her fellow citizens.
we left early in the morning and in the afternoon we were in sight of the village of Bergvik, we couldn't see much the deep snow

submerged everything the smoke from the chimneys rose to the sky, and the bitter cold made us wear warm clothes and furs, before going down to the pier where guards were waiting for us who took us to the village ...... continue
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