Living in Ancient Times

My name is John Roias. I can’t remember exactly when this began; but I feel like I am living in a dream. I don’t know how I got here.   Last time I saw a building, a car, a Dunkin donuts, a McDonald's, a tiled floor well…..let me just keep explaining how this came about. It was last Tuesday, and Western History class just ended. I was walking out of class and proceeded to go down the stairs to meet my friend in the quad.   As I opened the two doors to leave Gage Hall I felt my feet slowly drag away from the carpet floor, the flow of my blood through my vessels felt different, my heartbeat was beating faster and faster   as my breathing became harder,   I couldn’t move. As much as I wanted to scream, as much as I wanted to escape…I couldn’t.

What I’m about to tell you is strange and truly unnatural.   Every time I wedge my fingers into my eyes they begin to water, every time I strike myself across the face with my hand I feel   the pain, every time I jump up and down my feet sink into the gravel. It is evident that no test of uncertainty will prove this wrong. This is no dream, but reality. I don’t know how I was put here, but I am convinced that I am living in a city some where located around the ancient Mediterranean.   With a quick glimpse down at my toes, I noticed how old and crusty they look. My feet are not covered with my Haynes Socks I was once wearing.   I am now wearing, a long square-rectangular linen sheet that is draped around my body.   As I look around I see similar wardrobe. Men are also dressed in these rectangular linen dresses. Women are dressed in similar outfits however they have sleeves that are fastened with buckles.

As of right now I don't know what I'm going to do. All I have is my bag pack and this notepad. I know I am not going to understand anyone.   This will be a challenge to overcome. Especially the food around here.   Everything is wheat, olives, fish, vines and grapes! I think it’s because everybody lives near the sea and it’s so dry...