16^th March, 9023 Nulla Meridianus year.

I guess, now it is time for me to face a cruel punishment for my previously wasteful, carefree life. Two days ago I finally arrived to Nulla Meridianus having only 3000 ards in my pocket. This is quite a humble sum for starting from scratch. According to my counting, this money will be barely enough to rent a small room for two months and to pay a minimal food basket for a month. However, my food basket must consist of mostly bread and water. To my luck, I found a very cheap room, means that sometime I will be able to treat myself with some candies at least. To my bad luck, there are some valid reasons why the room costs so less.

Firstly, the apartment is situated in an old house in some remote suburb.

Secondly, this suburb is fairly shabby. When I arrived yesterday, I caught a small boy stealing a bicycle wheel. I still can’t figure out why would you steal only one wheel, but as I stopped for a second to check the address, another kid has masterfully stolen my pocket watch.

And last but not least, the inhabitants of the apartment are in complete congruence with the suburb.

So, let me introduce you to the sponsors of my soon awaiting nervous tic:

1. A creature that sincerely considers itself a dog. It has rather a functional of a cockroach, however, I must admit, sometimes it looks a little bit cute.

2. Parents. I would actually call them “the collection of all possible parenting mistakes” though. Whole yesterday’s physical activity of the husband limited itself with simply breathing. The wife, as far as I got, prefers to spend her whole time in a little bar she owns. I don’t know whether she works so much to minimize financial waste that she calls her husband or because all the excessively noisy and annoying visitors of her bar are still nothing in comparison with her own children.

3. Children. All three of them. If hell exists, it must look like this. That is pretty much all I can say about them. At least, so far, I have never heard small children of their age swearing so skillfully and disobeying so passionately.

All in all, my unexpected and rather abrupt maturation is going well. I guess, it is my bad that the changes turned out to be such a surprise for me. Eventually, as a bastard son of a respected, noble man, I should have expected being excluded from the family as soon as I become a threat for their reputation.

Well, I can not complain, at least they gave me a brilliant education. After paying all the bills, I have only 1830 ards left, so I expect my degree to help me finding a proper job.