September 15
I departed with my father two days ago. The road is long all the way to Wurzburg, but I really like spending time with him. At night we try to count the stars, but I always fell asleep before I finish. When we wake up we share delicious sweet bread and head to the road again. We are very near grandma’s town, only one day more; but I’m not really in a rush because I like the colors in the sky, blue, purple, and pink as we ride in the afternoon.
September 16
We entered Wurzburg today. It is really weird town, no one was out, and it seemed to be a ghost town because there were no children playing and no grownups walking or shopping in the market. More into the town, we finally saw people gathered on the side of a big building that had a huge symbol. My dad told me it was a church; I felt wrong I didn’t recognize a church, but in Bambery, our town, there is only a very small house were we all gather and pray. In the church, there were so many people outside screaming, I think their having a festival of some sort.
September 17
We arrived with grandma yesterday; she received us with a nice bowl of hot soup, which was great because the weather is very cold right known. I asked her what was the festival on the church about, but she said it was a witch trial. She told me that she had never seen an old lady been accused of witchery, that it was usually young people harming God’s feelings; I hope I haven’t hurt God in anyway myself. My grandma says that the old lady deserves to be burned and tortured because of what she did to her husband. She told me it was related to Satan, and as soon as she said that I froze, my toes went numb and I was glad she stopped the story there. I had never seen someone that serves Satan; I think I won’t be able to sleep well today.
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