Society made how I see -no,how I saw- history. Useless and boring. And it also made me to think that there was no reason why I would ever want to learn anything from the past.

But growing up,it starts to become more interesting. I started to like history with all my soul.

This happened a little after I started to like reading books.

So I start to read old books. And they were very interesting.

While I read them,even if I realised how hard it was during that time,I could not help but want to live like this. To not have to worry about charging my phone or messaging people,or posting on social media. It seemed way better to have to send messages with letters instead of phones.

But now,that I woke up in the past,literally,it do not seem that good anymore.

It is a pain in my ass. Everything,or well,almost everything,is toxic and can kill you,but people around me don’t know this yet,the medicine is so weird and their techniques are almost funny at how useless they really are,people smell really bad and everything is way harder.

It took me almost a day to realise that I am not really in the past,but inside an old book. But a book which resembled the past too good.

After all,I may have just wanted less society pressure and maybe more privacy but still our times,if not even advanced.

But also,my whishes became true.