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Travel Diary: Day One
Jan. 7th, 2002 12:15 pmI arrived in the town of Brusa, and it's quaint, but very secluded. The people spoke perfect (if strangely accented) English, but insisted that I wear only local clothes, and leave all my things in storage while there.
Brusa is situated in the middle of an immense grassy plain. The town has no imports and exports, and its only natural resource are the native grasses. The local grass grow about three feet high, and is a bright and cheery green. It is protein-rich and holds water well. Brusans use it for everything. Their clothes (and, while I'm here, mine) are made from the grass. They make elaborate meals with a single ingredient. Their water is squeeze from the grass, and their homes? You guessed it, grass.
Brusans are a lively and optimistic bunch. They never seem to be bored with the whole grass situation - if anything, they seem a little threatened by anything that's not grass, sky, soil, or people. They spend most of their time in discussion, chatting, or preparation. They are inventive and friendly. They have a rich musical culture - drums made of grass, stringed instruments, and deep, booming voices.
In the central square, there's a statue. Basketry from dried grass, of course, and they make a new one every few months. The statue right now is of two men standing side by side, and it's deliberately unclear whether they are arguing or laughing together.
Beneath the statue, in a hand-dug little ditch, covered up, on grass-pressed paper, written in grass ink, is a tiny note.
[Poll #15331]
Brusa is situated in the middle of an immense grassy plain. The town has no imports and exports, and its only natural resource are the native grasses. The local grass grow about three feet high, and is a bright and cheery green. It is protein-rich and holds water well. Brusans use it for everything. Their clothes (and, while I'm here, mine) are made from the grass. They make elaborate meals with a single ingredient. Their water is squeeze from the grass, and their homes? You guessed it, grass.
Brusans are a lively and optimistic bunch. They never seem to be bored with the whole grass situation - if anything, they seem a little threatened by anything that's not grass, sky, soil, or people. They spend most of their time in discussion, chatting, or preparation. They are inventive and friendly. They have a rich musical culture - drums made of grass, stringed instruments, and deep, booming voices.
In the central square, there's a statue. Basketry from dried grass, of course, and they make a new one every few months. The statue right now is of two men standing side by side, and it's deliberately unclear whether they are arguing or laughing together.
Beneath the statue, in a hand-dug little ditch, covered up, on grass-pressed paper, written in grass ink, is a tiny note.
[Poll #15331]
