11: Working At A Shopping Centre

Back in the 15th century, I couldn’t do much purchasing and neither could you. Neither of us earned money. Our services and labour were traded for lodging, food and protection during war. Not slaves, not unemployed, but taken care of by nobility in exchange for service and labour.

We knew our place. No card to tap, we had no choice, so we picked flowers in our down time and had fun in the dungeon while war raged above us. Only two outfits belonged to me. Our destiny was limited and within that limit, life made sense.

Question the American dream. It remains a dream if you’re unable to fend for yourself and make life work for you, otherwise you're crushed in it’s unforgiving wake. That might be painful, but if you can still get a 40% salted caramel and dark chocolate cookie 5 pack for $3, is it all bad? Not at all.

What would Nadine, born in 1761, say to me? She can't read or write. I'd like to have a chat with her about how our lives differ and how I might use mine. Then I'll bring her here and provide a My Fair Lady bath.