Native+People

**Our second task was to write a history about a person who lived at that era.**
//Here is my history; It is about a Aboriginal woman who is very doubtful, and thinking about her life.//

**Yani – My life as an Aboriginial woman** The fog is like a white duvet over the green forest, while orange sunrays hit the highest mountain peaks. So here I sit, Yani, surrounded by lush streams and beautiful orchids that still lie embraced of haze in the twig light. The valley is surrounded by high peaks and a forest which is  up the mountainsides. On a hill between all the high peaks in the valley are we living; The Aborigines. So here I sit, some kilometres away from everyone else, surrounded by this beautiful scenery. My task today was to go out and bring the snakes that we should eat, but now I’m ended up sitting here and thinking about life. I often go out here when I need to think. Think about everything, and maybe not think at all. Just feel that I’m alive and that it’s me and not somebody else. The last months I’ve been here a lot. Nothing is like it’s meant to be. Everyone chews the rag on each other, and I’m always feeling left behind. All the other girls in my tribe have boyfriends they can be with and talk to every day, but not me. I always have to help my mum with the dinner. I just wish that some day I can become free and do things I want to do without being under command of someone. But it’s unfortunately not like that, because in our tribe everyone has their own stupid tasks, and they have to be done each day. As I said, I’m helping mum with the food. It’s the men in the tribe which is hunting the big animals like kangaroo and crocodiles, while the women are hunting the smaller animals, like snakes. I love to cook food, but lately I have been more and more tired of mum being so controlling. She’s always telling me what to do; “Yani do that, Yani do this!” I’m sick of being directed. I know that my mum is just doing what’s best for the tribe but I want to control myself, not be controlled. I just want to be with my lovely friends and my beautiful boy Taro. But it’s not that easy. Taro is from another tribe and our tribes are known for its enmity, and our tribes have made war so far I can remember. But Taro and I have a secret relationship. Every second day we secretly meet witch we have done from we were 6 years old, and that is about 20 years now. After that he has been my best friend. We have always been able to talk with each other about everything between heaven and earth, and we ae always supporting each other. We can talk for hours and remember things we have done in the past. I call him my soul mate; because I feel that it’s only he who can understand me completely. I could have been stick here for years with my thoughts on my beautiful and generous boy for ever. I love everything of him. “We shall manage to disband this evil circle around our tribes”, he always says. That makes me believe that one day we don’t have to hide what we feel for each other, and live happily together and maybe make a little family. I dream of that every night. The thought makes me happy. While we are into the subject happiness, it’s many things that appear in my head. One of the things is the evening meetings we have. Every evening everyone in the tribe is gathered together. Our leader is talking about the day and our healer is telling nice stories, all this while we are eating good food. I think the connection between everyone in the tribe makes it much easier to live. If it wasn’t for the connection it would have been many though days. Another thing witch makes the days much easier is the yearly fish contest we go on. It is quite fun. Everyone in the tribe divides us in many groups and the tribe which has gathered most fish in the end of the day has won. Last year I was on the winner team. Cashina, Bacto and I were on the team.We went fishing quite far away from where the others were. It was big water and Cashina had been there before so we knew that it was a lot of fish there. Just a few minutes after we started to fish we got three fish, and it just became more and more. In the end we had fished 32 fish under just an hour. We won a very special fairytale from the healer and a wonderful cup made of tree. It was so fun! The fog is gone now. I can now catch a glimpse of the last sunrays before it disappears behind the read shining horizon. The stars have already appeared weakly at the sky. All I can hear is the streams which bristle. Silence; a wonderful feeling. Its funny how it can crawl into your own little world of thoughts which only you have access to. Oh no..! I forgot the time. I must get back to the others with the food before the evening meeting starts. I can’t miss it. Today the healer is going to tell us a gloomy story. Can’t wait!