I immediately opened my survival notebook that I started writing from childhood. I tried to recall all the things that happened and how it all turned out to be like this. No matter how many times I recall it; there is nothing I can find that will help me during this time. Two months from now Casimir will be sent to war. I don’t have much time to think about my personal feelings.
Many will assume that he will not come back. They will think that Casimir will die because he is simply unskilled enough to battle war. Little did they know that during these times his troupe, who trained with him since day one became his most reliable ally. They will work hard and they will win the battle. Victory is expected from the book. However, that book doesn’t include me. I am not there. I am not the woman
