Happy Holidays, Zear!

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Yesterday at Zeara It was a birthday, and because of this, today we felt a little bad for at least the first half of the day. Now I’m mature enough to tell you how it all went.

Zear turned twenty-four years old - an anniversary by the standards of the Eryakhsharians - and therefore we decided to prepare a holiday for him in the traditions of his own people. How could they, of course.

First of all, I will say that the Eryakhshar dzherts do not have days birth, but there is months: no one remembers the exact dates, but instead, from the first to the last day of the month, everyone born on it celebrates collectively. Our and Zeara’s work schedules do not allow this, of course, so we arranged for him only those entertainments that the Eryakhsharians usually have on the first day of the month.

Exactly at midnight, we gave him two glasses of okushrim (traditional fruit wine), put him in the car with us and went to a lake fifteen kilometers away from us. A pre-made fire was already waiting for us there, which all we had to do was set it on fire.

What's next? Then we splashed in the warm water, went ashore and dried off by the fire. They sat down in a circle next to him and told different stories in low voices. They are usually supposed to be told about birthday people, but only Berenice and I knew enough about Zear, so we just made do with various funny stories from life. And, of course, after each story told, the bowl of okushrim was passed around.

After the stories, traditional entertainment, like water wrestling, was supposed to begin. But either there were too many stories, or we didn’t calculate the strength of the okushrim... In short, we couldn’t stay on our feet for more than ten seconds, and each time we fell into the water, we started laughing louder. Although, maybe that was the point?

We spent the rest of the night sleeping near the fire, placing mats around it. Soon after dawn, everyone stood up together, extinguished what had not burned out, took the coals into the forest and buried them there. And we went back home.

Zehar has been walking around like a sleepy fly all day today, but incredibly happy. This means the desired effect has been achieved!

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*ɠaḑā with dzherta - “damn!” shit!"