I am Charles. I am a man, who was dying a little bit with every upcoming day. I am a man, whose miserable life is going to end in few hours. There will be no more Charles and no one will notice it, no one will care about it. Maybe only the head of the family I am working for. He will need to get another indentured servant, another poor human being, who will soon notice, that the contract he or she signed isn’t so good as it seems to be. But maybe I should start from the beginning.
I was born in England in 1590. My family was not rich, but we somehow managed to not end up on a street. It was until my father started drinking and playing cards. As a result of this, we lost everything. My mum and brother Henry had to run away from our city, because
I was born in England in 1590. My family was not rich, but we somehow managed to not end up on a street. It was until my father started drinking and playing cards. As a result of this, we lost everything. My mum and brother Henry had to run away from our city, because