Capítulo 2: 02 Living in the Past
Man never remembers how he was born ... now I know why. The only thing I could compare it to is a scene from the movie Casino where they crush some gangster's head in a vice. I just hoped that I wouldn't be left with the same bulging eyes as he was... I didn't want to look surprised my whole life.
Despite my awareness, I had the body of a newborn baby ... I couldn't see anything, but I knew I was outside ... it was colder and nothing crushed my body anymore. I don't know if my new mother exercised these muscles, but she could use them to split walnuts.
"It's a boy" (female voice)
I breathed a sigh of relief ... This one sentence gave me some clues to where I am. The woman said the sentence in Polish, though with an eastern accent, probably Russian or Ukrainian ... maybe Belarusian. It was the first clue, the second was that I was born into a normal family ... The woman said I was a boy, not that I would choose my gender in the future, I was also a man in my previous life, which will make a lot easier for me ... I won't have to squat while peeing.
"Why is he not reacting?" (Another female voice)
I felt someone spanking me ... Okay, I'm a kid, I have to start crying ... but somehow I couldn't bring myself to do this. Let's think of something sad ... Bambi ... no, I like venison and I was on the hunter's side...
"Sveta, give him another spank." (First female voice)
Wait ... We'll do without hitting, give me some time to think ... Hands off my ass, woman. I felt another spank, this time stronger ... Sveta must have bearlike hands ... and I started to cry.
"Waaa!" (MC)
My poor ass... fuck... Sveta I will remember you and pay you back in the future.
I felt like I was being carried and then placed on top of something warm ... it was probably my new mother.
"This is your son, Lady." (Sveta)
I don't even know when I fell asleep, but when I woke up, a man was holding me in his arms, he smelled of wine and a stable. I couldn't see his face, but his voice was hoarse, harsh but strong ... I guess it's my father, I heard him thanking my mother ... and who will thank me? I squeezed through a much narrower tunnel than the Viet Cong.
"Did you choose a name for our son?" (Mother)
"Yes, we will call him Wilkomir Michał, what do you think? (Father)
"Wilkomir a bit old-fashioned, but I like the Archangel Michael will be his patron." (Mother)
I listened to my parents talking... Another clue where I am, my family are Christians ... I also got enlightenment. With that name, I'll be beaten a lot at school.
6 months later ...
For the last six months it was a period of getting to know the world in which I am from the better and the worse side. My mother was weakened after giving birth and did not get up from bed for several weeks, my father was with her almost every day ... but she eventually died three months after my birth. I had an adult mind trapped in a child's body, and while my mother cared for and loved me, I had no special emotional connection with her. The same thing with my father, lack of an emotional connection ... and I almost stopped seeing him after my mother died. He was still interested in me, I missed nothing ... he even brought a few nursing women to the castle, but from the conversations I overheard it appeared that my father devoted himself entirely to the military cause and the fights at the border.
I also knew where and at what times I was...
I was born on July 19, 1605 in the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth, more specifically in the Podolia Province, at the castle in Jazłowiec. My full name is Wilkomir Michał Jazłowiecki, Abdank coat of arms ... I was a nobleman and son of Hieronim Jazłowiecki, Voivode of Podolia.
God promised that I would live in interesting times ... but I did not think that in such interesting times ... I wondered if I would die at the hands of Tatars, Cossacks, Turks, Swedes, Hungarians, Russians or rebels. I was a history buff in a previous life and I knew that within a hundred years, the population of the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth would decrease by three million, I only hoped that I would not be included in this statistic.
Of course, knowing the future, I can try to change the history of my country, partially or completely ... to what extent I will succeed, it will only depend on my skills and circumstances... but the beginning was going quite well, I was born into a wealthy noble family, my father was in a political and military position, but he was not a magnate or crimson nobility, as they liked to call themselves... all this worked to my advantage, to my disadvantage was the location of Jazłowiec and the entire Podolia Province ... close to the Tatars, close to the Turks and close to the Cossacks. I knew that the next few years would be rather quiet, so I had some time to prepare. However, the fears remained, my birth had already changed the history, the Jazłowiecki family should have ended with my father, historically he died childless ... well, let's see what the next day will bring.
Another thing that happened during these few months was my baptism ... It took place while my mother was still alive. My father baptized me according to the old noble tradition, on crossed sabers ... but something else puzzled me. In my previous life I was baptized, now again ... maybe it will be like in mathematics, when you multiply a negative by a negative you get a positive.
Apart from these things, not much has changed in my life ... except for diapers. I was a typical toddler, just eating, sleeping and shitting ... sometimes to add variety to my routine, I did two things at once.
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