Peace. Belle.Hello everyone. This is Bobbie again. I was reading some more journalsof my husband Barry's ancestors. This story comes from Captian Adam...emington and takes place durning and shortly after the U S Civil War.Today is 21 March in the year of our Lord 1863. This war has lastedtoo long. The Rebels have shown a great passion for their cause. I canagree with some of their points. I don't like slavery. But the wagesthat most factory owners pay and the conditions that their force. I walked in and found him sitting on the leather sofa, wearing pajamas and a robe, reading a medical journal.“Is that permitted?” I grinned.“I’m going to use the two weeks to catch up on about a year’s worth of medical journals. Pour yourself some brandy or bourbon if you want. You know where it is.”I walked over and poured some brandy into a snifter and sat down in one of the overstuffed chairs facing the sofa.“What did Malik say today?”“Same as he and Mitch, the cardiologist at Edward, said. Oh boy, I had no idea how hungry she was! Let me grab my keys & wallet, car’s unlocked, I’ll be right out, I said with a happy smile, pointing to the open side door on the garage, and the Jeep inside.Well alright Ken… giving me an obvious and aggressive eyeball up and down again.I returned from the duplex and hopped into the Jeep, slipping the keys into the ignition, when she reached out and slid her hand up my arm, stopping at my wrist… Hold on there big boy, I think there’s plenty to eat. But when we reached there, I was mesmerized with the environment.It was completely cut-off from the rest of the modern times. It seemed that time has stopped passing here in this village. The village had a scarce population about 1500 people or so, no electricity, so no mobile networks. The baba was also the head pujari of the main temple of the village.All those greetings and events happened which I don’t want to write here and bore you with it. Let’s jump to the main part.I was taken to the.