Where to Start?

I do not have time to start at the beginning, which is not correct, according to Aristotle's Theory of Fable. Dung happens. I will just start off with what is happening right now.

I am trapped in the middle ages. I am trapped on another planet, and they are in the glorious height of their iron age, with lots of horses. How I got here would take too long to explain, and I do not have time. Anyway, I am working for these two last years for Fenris Badwulf, who is a greasy administration creature, but who has a computer terminal in his private room at the top of the big stone tower.

I finally figured a way to creep into Fenris' little command post. This is my first blog entry. Where am I?

For the last two years Fenris has been making me dig holes and plant trees. Almonds, almond trees. And I had to learn Latin in the village school with little kids. They would kick me and laugh at my bad grammar. I sleep on a straw mat and I eat mush. This place is filled with snakes. If they bite you, only the young and old die, but it is always painful.

I do not know how I got here, but I do know this: Fenris has instant coffee, bacon, and maybe a way back to my home planet.

I have to go now. I, Xargon, wrote this in haste