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Description: 🍀 If you would like to get your story animated, send it to this email address - mystory_yt@yahoo.com 🍀 Subscribe My Story bit.ly/2Lw5DXB Eugene's story is about almost getting buried alive and his miraculous rescue. He lives and goes to school in a big city. His grandmother, however, lives in a nearby village, next to her own mother. Eugene always loved visiting them. He liked the sound of cows mooing in the morning as they herded together, and the fresh milk smelled divine to him. He also loved waking up to the roosters trying to crow each other down. He heard a lot about his great-great-grandmother, who lived far away. She was like the crown jewel of the family. Sometimes, Dad would take Eugene's grandma and great-grandma to visit her. They'd pack the car with supplies, from clothes to soap and grains. Eugene was curious about the place where they didn't even have trivial things like matches or laundry detergent. He really wanted to meet his great-great-grandmother and see her home. But they just couldn't fit another person in the car. When Eugene turned 16, he finally had his way: he could go in place of his Mom. His GGG was 99 years old at the time, and he was fiercely impatient to see her ancient world with his own eyes. They drove for a long time. The road was smooth and asphalted at first, then it was paved with gravel, and the final thirty miles were just a dirt track in the middle of the woods. Finally, a tiny village greeted Eugene's eyes. Time seemed to have stopped there. The houses had sunk into the earth. The yards weren't fenced. Geese and chicken were flocking in the abandoned streets. The travelers reached a rickety hut and an upbeat-looking old woman came out. Her hair was as white as the kerchief covering it. She didn't look like she was approaching 100 at all! After lots of hugs and exchanging the news about their respective villages, the old woman invited her guests into her house. It was clean and cozy. A huge bench ran along the wall and a large, neatly-made bed was loaded with pillows. The walls were full of faded photographs featuring men in military uniform and women with children. Eugene was surprised to see himself in one of the photos. Apparently the old woman collected them to follow the lives of her offspring. It was only then that she called Eugene by his given name. Evidently a ten-year-old photo was enough for her to recognize him. During the dinner, Eugene kept scrutinizing the hut. He noticed God's corner decorated with icons and candles. Familiar things like a TV or a fridge weren't there, even though the hut had electricity and the radio was playing non-stop. The old woman engaged in conversations about politics or global events with ease. She was clearly well-informed and quick-witted. Eugene learned that a halfwit shaman from another abandoned village nearby was the only medical assistance they had. When someone was obviously sick, he'd examine and diagnose them, and then they'd wait for the outcome. Most ended up in the local burial grounds. Many of the old villagers had no family to take care of them. They used herbs and charms as medicine. These people seemed entirely forgotten, living out their final years by force of habit. Eugene was so excited he convinced his father to let him spend the rest of the summer here. He spent several days investigating the place and watching the old villagers going about their daily routines. One morning, a week later, Eugene couldn't get up. He could hear and feel everything but he didn't show any visible signs of life. As Eugene later learned, this was a type of lethargy called catatonic stupor. It felt horrifying. They brought in the shaman. He poked Eugene in the chest with a wooden pipe, then he pressed his ear to him and Eugene felt the disgusting stale smell of an old person. The shaman pronounced him dead and walked off with a grunt. Eugene could hear his GGG cry, then she proceeded to arrange his funeral and he froze inside. He wanted to scream but couldn't utter a single sound. They bathed him with ice-cold water and put him in a box that Eugene realized was a coffin. The villagers prepared their coffins in advance, so someone must have donated theirs. The old women lit some candles and chanted prayers. Eugene was to be buried in the afternoon. At dawn, a middle-aged man walked in and Eugene could feel him touch his hands and forehead. Then he picked Eugene up, carried him outside, threw him on the backseat of his car, and drove off at great speed. Eugene woke in the hospital to see his Dad and his Mom, her eyes red with tears. It was a stroke of luck that saved him from a tragic end. His condition was apparently caused by mental exhaustion, or by his GGG's herbal tea. And that's how Eugene's curiosity was sated so thoroughly he even got to visit his own funeral. #MyStory