It is gone

Long time ago in the past something happened to me. I got a something from someone I hated. one person I never wanted to see again. every day, I saw him, I felt I would have to hit him with my frying-pan.

I kept this earring, that I got long time ago, today I felt, I want to wear it. I liked it. But one thing was in my mind.

„Én nyertem! Viseled!" (I won! You are wearing it!)

I tried to not think of this and put them back to the small box. I thought I soulh take a walk. On my way, I met a person, I never saw before. He was blonde, with aqua eyes.

-Hé, Te meg ki a fene vagy? mit keresel itt? (Hey, Who the hell are you? What are you ding here?) – I shouted at him from afar and started to run toward him.

He suddenly looked at me, then looked paniced around and run away. I followed him as fast I could run. He reached the end of the rock. He had no other choice but stop.

- Mit kerestél itt? Ez az én területem! (What were you doing here? this is my country) – I asked him, and poining my sword at him.

He were hiding a sack behind him, and didn't say a word. I looked at him, and his clothes.

- Te nem ide valósi vagy (you don't belong to this place). – I just realize that.

What should I do now? He does not even understand, I say. Do I try some other languages I know? By his clothes I saw he came from a colder place. From mountain, or from north. I never saw this design around.

- Ste slovenský…? (Are you Slovak…?) – I tried.

He didn't say a Word. I took my sword away while and tried to be friendly. He didn't run anymore. I think he noticed, I didn't want to hurt him.

- Eşti român? (Are you Romanian?) – I tried again without luck.

I invited to my small house near to that place, and he accepted my invitation. all the things, I could do, were to use signs with my hand. I were wondering, maybe he can't speak? because he didn't say a word. But he didn't shake head, or nod at my questions… Or can't hear me?

I sit down at the table. he place him sack near to the door, then followed me to the Table. He was just looking down at the table. Looked sad.

- bist du Deutsche? (are you german?)

He looked up bit interested, but shook his head as no. He seems to understand german. but he is not german, nor austrian.

- Verstehst du deutsch? (do you undertand german?) – I looked happily.

- Bara lite. (just a little) – he answered.

I couldn't say a word. He can speak, but not any language I know. if he knows german, he probably lives near to german. He is not just a human. He is a Country, like me. I feel it on him.

- woher kommst du? (Where do you came from?)

- Från Sverige. (From Sweden)

Wait. He is from Sweden? I heard about the Nordic Vikings from Denmark, Sweden and Norway. He is one of them? Why is he here? It's pretty far. Then he speaks Swedish. I stand up from the table and walk to my bookshelf. This place I had a lot of language book. You know, I am trading stuffs with other countries sometimes I need other languages. While I was looking for my Swedish book, he stand up from the table, picked his sack and run out from my house.

- Francba, meglépett. (Damn, he run off)

This was not my fault, when I looked around I saw some of my food and my weapon are stolen. Even my little box with my earring is gone too. I was a bit scared, and in panic. I tried to make myself calm down saying: "it was just a crap from Romania…". I saw a little piece of paper on the desk:

"Tack" (thanks)