Chapter 302.1
“The last journey,” Eugene repeated Alber’s words slowly. “I’ve heard of that.” She remembered how Aldrit had spoken of it. For some reason, the words had stuck with her. “I thought it was just something the gypsies did. I didn’t know it went further back.”
“I heard about it a lot when I was younger,” Alber said. “It must have come from long ago.”
The younger woman nodded somberly. “Did the monster mean ‘the last journey’ as death?”
“Perhaps.”
“But that makes a lot of sense, does it?” Eugene asked. “Did it want to die? Why would it want that if it had always wanted to be a part of this world?”
“The ‘last journey’ isn’t just a simple death,” Alber explained. “It means much more than that.”
“I know,” Eugene said said. “Aldrit told me about it.”
The older woman didn’t know how to feel about that. Now that she understood what the gypsies had gone through, she knew that the meanings of their old sayings had probably changed already. Perhaps their understanding of the last journey was different too.
“We are guests that live in this world,” she said. “We’re all travelers. We start our lives with an invitation to this world. If the world doesn’t call you, you cannot be born. In that way, life is a blessing.”