Antaran's Journal

Our office is so packed with letters and packages that we can hardly find a place to sit down. We had to build small paths between the mountains so we could reach our chairs.
I don't know if we can last another day. I have no idea where to put everything.
All of the couriers from the other cities couldn't believe what they saw. One asked if those masses of envelopes and parcels also contained the deliveries for yesterday. When we nodded I think the courier almost fainted or was about to have a heart attack - or both.
In the afternoon it got quiet again. No one came by and scolded us, no one called us lazy idiots, no one asked for the reason why they didn't get any deliveries for the past two days. Nothing happened.
Until Tartek and me left the office after "work" to drink tea at Scarlat's. That's when we realized that some people were staring at us, leaning forward to their friends or relatives, whispering words which we didn't understand. Only witnessing their lips forming suspicious vowels and consonants.
Tartek grinned and nodded at me, as if he was saying: "See? It works."
Scarlat came with the obligatory question, and this time we chose to remember the bill for another day. To our surprise, Tartek and me didn't have any money with us. It just happens once in a while, that's why Scarlat started recording whenever we weren't able to pay.
Of course, I asked if anything unusual had happened that we should've known of.
Scarlat grinned. "Nothing," he said and patted us on our backs with each of his hands.
He knew that we were on strike. I think by today everyone knew. I'm still kind of worried about the fact everything's so quiet and calm, besides those people whispering around us. Either there's something big coming, or the king heard about it and just doesn't care. Maybe he knows that we don't have much more space to store our deliveries and that we will have to give up soon anyway if we don't want to get run over by the people of Insomida.
But I don't think Tartek will ever give up before he knows why innocent people are imprisoned - obviously - just for entertainment.
When I came home tonight, Carana surprised me with a real banquet. She told me that she had started cooking on midday. For the first time ever since we spent our holidays with her parents we had something that really could be called food. I'm really grateful for that. I think I thanked her for the meal after every second bite.
Afterwards she showed me all of the paintings that she has made since she came back from prison. We talked about every detail and I think it was already way past midnight when we were through. She actually wanted to go to sleep then, but she suddenly said that I shouldn't forget to write a journal entry while she was in the bathroom.
And that's what I did.
Let's see what I will be dreaming tonight.

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