I decided to visit the village first. Perhaps the villagers could tell me something useful about the lake, or maybe even about Isabelle. Before I set off on my “past-life” journey, I bought food that I could give as gifts to the villagers: candy, tea, coffee, canned fish, dried sausage, even some simple medicine like aspirin and poultices. I hoped this would help me befriend the probably impoverished locals. There was no public transport to the village, so with the help of the hotel’s concierge, I hired a car. After a tedious drive through empty land punctuated only by low bushes and trees, the driver pulled up beside a small path. “This leads to the village.” “Why can’t you just take me there?” “Sorry, señorita, the road is too narrow and bumpy; it might damage my car. It’s better you walk. It’s only about two miles.” I sensed that there was no point in arguing, so I paid, got out, and began my journey. Possibly to nowhere, but maybe to somewhere or even everywhere.
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