Planet Cross Prologue

Calus is 32 years old, he is prepared to carry his 15 years daughter Eshir, who is pregnant from her second child. As he does every morning, since her belly became too big to allow the girl to run properly. Her older daughter in being carried by another woman. The father of the two is outside already, with the Younger Half. Cleaning the path.

They are a typical family around here, as far as I understand. Typical clan.

They have welcomed little more than 10 days ago, with open hearths and generous patience. I am here to try understand them the best I can, feels futile right now.

Gerald, my guide and translator, has played this role I am playing now in some different contexts. He has lived with this clan for four years. I don’t know why I was given this task if he is here, I would assume anything they can get from me they could get from him. However, apparently the reason for his permanence here is somewhat different. He believes he is being punished for something, that’s why they do not allow them to leave.

He still hopes one day his fate will improve. Meanwhile, he translates to me what the locals say. Like the worlds of this erudite fellow about to transport his pregnant teenager daughter. A week ago Calus was explaining it to me, with help of Gerald.