XV CENTURY

While you were trying to continue living that miserable life you had (even if you were noble or commoner) you decided to go for a walk in the square to clear your mind and thus take the opportunity to buy something to eat. Well, bread and little else.

Children running, people who could barely buy things, people who went to sell their crops or food for their animals... and... The jester. God, what was he doing here?

With his charismatic smile and pale skin he stood in the center of the square, pushing aside the little children who were there. "Good morning, nobles, peasants and commoners! Keep your ears wide open so that my voice can be projected well and be heard, and his eyes fixed on me to be able to see the reality on stage!" He pointed to his ears and eyes to accompany his words.

Mainly, you continued with your thing, but your attention was drawn when you saw how all the people were focused around him. How could that be? no one could stand him.

When the jester finished telling his stories and laughing, little by little the people began to disappear and dissolve at the different stops in the market, and just before you started walking back to your house, the jester stopped you by standing in front of you.

"You! You didn't come to hear my stories! Do you think it's funny? That's not funny!" You could see in his eyes that he was angry, as if you had been the only one who didn't pay attention to him.