SALEWA ZR SES AMIS FANTÔMES partie 1 #pourtoii #histoire #fyp #histoirevrai

Exactly at midnight, the women of the Salewa clients left their bodies in dormitory and walked silently to their kitchen to prepare the river by smoke and piled huge fabrics. All those who ate at the restaurant of Salewa paid a price without knowing it. In the village of Lumeka, there was only one place where everyone dreamed of eating. Salewa was famous for her kitchen. She was installed in the community for a long time, but she had already conquered the heart of everyone. Every morning, at 6 a.m., the doors of her restaurant were opened. Inside, the clients were welcomed by immense glaciers and large buildings filled with wood. There were buildings of smoke, and deep sea of rice, rice, rice, and fish. Nothing that the smell surfed to the end. Even someone who just came to eat. But a great mystery intrigued the inhabitants of the village. Salewa worked entirely alone. She had neither domestic nor learned. Nor family for help. However, the nourishment was always ready in a possible quantity. How could a woman cut so many gums, cut so many piments, and piled so many dignies before even lifting up the sun? The inhabitants murmured between voice and bass. But nobody had asked her the question directly. Her kitchen was so delicious to rest in doubt. In reality, her nourishment was so irresistible that she began to create problems in villages. The men of Maria refused to eat the dishes prepared by their wives. Some even preferred to stay in the family every day. Simply to keep their money, in order to suffer a huge mess at Salewa tonight. Her restaurant was always full. And her pockets were always full. But soon, a strange man began to plan on the village of Lumeca. The people who regularly ate at Salewa began to feel something very quiet. A man could eat a meal at home. After returning home, without sleeping deeply in his bed, he would wake up in the morning, completely exhausted. His articulations hurt him badly. His back seemed to break. His arms became heavy. As if he had worked all night. But he ignored the terrible truth. Salewa did not only nourish them. She used them. When their eyes were blue and midnight, Salewa woke up in her kitchen. She took a red candle. She turned it three times in the air. Then she shook three times in her hands. And then, the men of these clients glanced silently towards their body in sleep. While their body remained immobile in their bed, their spirits crossed the village, plunged into the dark, and walked directly to Salewa's kitchen. Salewa's spirits had the pain of marmite. They cut the viand. They removed enormous castles of sauce on the ground fire. And while all this time, Salewa stayed quiet on her bed. She smiled. And observed her invisible workers preparing the nourishment of the hand. The cycle continues like this. Again and again. Without anyone knowing what it is. Until today,