**The Caveman - Inheritance **
Was the man quicker out of the word than out of the cave?
Stanislaw Jerzy Lec
In the urban adventure of every day we forget important things that happened in the past, whether we are talking about happy events or even about history and our ancestors, here I am referring to the first people of the planet whose existence is said to be several million years ago, today they are:
**- A caveman**
A weekend of choice
You can be one of the following things this weekend. What do you choose to be and why? Explain your answer in at least 400 words.
Let the caveman story begin
One morning I wake up as if after a week's sleep in the stifling heat, my eyes are stiff and I look around and all I see are stone walls, in the distance a few shapes appear that also appear to be people, I get up and shake my head a few times after which I look again at those shapes that turn out to be people, much smaller in stature than me, I think there were about 5 people standing still, all looking at me surprised.
The strange thing is that I didn't know how to speak, I only tried to communicate with the others through sounds and signs, as if they were made of stone, as if they were waiting for me to say something.
Inside the cavern there is a current of warm air that sometimes brings with it sand that settles on the edges of the cavern.
At one moment there was a noise as if someone was hitting the walls of the cave, the noise was heard without interruption and I couldn't figure out from which part of the cave it was heard, after a while those blows seemed to be above me, and at one moment pieces of stone started to fall from the ceiling, at the impact with the ground those pieces of stone falling on other stones spat out reddish lumps, I don't know what those could be.
The pounding in the cavern ceiling and the falling rocks stop and suddenly there is a blinding light in the cave and through the hole in the ceiling a man's head appears, I take a step back, I think I have stumbled upon another caveman.
The man who dug the hole also enters the cave making all sorts of signs to me, as far as I can tell I had him make that hole in the ceiling to have light inside during the day and to circulate the air so that it doesn't create a suffocating temperature inside.
I make a few signs with my hands and gather the gang from the cave, I try to make a sign by rubbing my belly, I try to show them I'm hungry, it doesn't take long and two of them come armed with a stick that has something sharp at the tip, it seems I've taught them to hunt, yes, it seems so, they both went off in different directions, they went hunting, while the sun was high in the sky the two didn't come back to the cave, only when it got dark they came back with some rabbits tied to their arms.
There you go, we're covered with food for a few days, and from their fur we could make some new coverings for our intimate areas.
The water had run out, because of the excessive heat the only oasis of water was gone, so we all set about digging some little holes in the walls of the cavern that when it rained would direct the water inside the cavern where we dug some deeper holes in the cavern for the water to collect there.
All the moments we go through we drew on the walls of the cave, I don't know why, we dreamt them one night, we drew the rising of the fire circle, we drew the moment when the fire circle hides for a while, we drew the moments when we hunt, we made the drawings with a substance taken from the kidneys of the animals we were hunting, it didn't work the first time because the drawings didn't last very long, so we had to improve the solution to make the drawings last very long.
I remembered that when one of us was digging that hole in the ceiling the stones that fell from above on top of other stones would bring out red lumps, so I took some boulders and hit them against other boulders, those lumps reappeared, I took a stone in each hand and hit them, the red lumps fell on my hand and caused me pain, I got very scared.
The red bulgarians were emitting a light, and I was thinking how to make it so that when the fire circle was hiding and darkening, we would have light, I tried to hit the stones very often, the light of the red bulgarians disappeared very quickly.
One evening when I was getting ready for sleep, standing in the place where I was resting on some dry straw, I tried several times to hit two stones again, the red bulgars falling on the dry straw managed to make a spectacular light, but I was also left without the place where I was sleeping, that's how I discovered the living fire, and every evening I collected scraps and put them in piles and with the help of the red bulgars I made light that could last until the fire circle was high in the sky.
Our life here in the cavern was the same every day, until we ran out of water (it had stopped raining and the ring of fire was killing us), we couldn't find anything to hunt (we were almost melting on our feet), the cavern became uninhabitable (more mini cavemen had come into the world) so we made the decision to follow the path of the ring of fire, maybe we will find another cavern where we can find peace, but until then this weekend's story ends here.
The story will continue millions of years later........
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