I could image myself in the early days of the wild west exploration but also in a time like 1790 in the age of sail or even earlier. But I also could image myself living in the 60s, 70s or 80s.
I’m still envy if I read about Jack Aubrey (yeah fictional character, but most stories are based on real reports) or from Friedrich Erdmann.
There was a time you could explore the world, ask in a harbour to help unload some vessel and have a few bucks in your hand to spend with ease.
No idea how long I could last as a farewell slutty cheetah before I may catch a illness or meet some quite violent anthos and being pushed over. Otherwise my life for now is quite boring and I feel trapped in bureaucracy of modern life.
I could image myself in the early days of the wild west exploration but also in a time like 1790 in the age of sail or even earlier. But I also could image myself living in the 60s, 70s or 80s.
I’m still envy if I read about Jack Aubrey (yeah fictional character, but most stories are based on real reports) or from Friedrich Erdmann.
There was a time you could explore the world, ask in a harbour to help unload some vessel and have a few bucks in your hand to spend with ease.
No idea how long I could last as a farewell slutty cheetah before I may catch a illness or meet some quite violent anthos and being pushed over. Otherwise my life for now is quite boring and I feel trapped in bureaucracy of modern life.