I came to this world in one of the first communities that started to cultivate the land and processed and stored their food.
Our community was built on a plateau, at the foothills of the mountain, by a stream, in the place that will eventually be called Macedonia. The thread of my life was cut suddenly and my parents buried me under the floor of our house with my favorite toy, a hock, to keep my memory alive. I can’t begin to imagine their grief!
