Ethnographer Blog
We arrived at a Spanish island off the gulf of Mexico. It was called chicalacca. I went to the central island and was shown a cabin. Inside was a bed made of leaves and a desk in the corner. My job was to be a shadow in their tribe to see their everyday lives. On the first day they ate of someones head as a death penalty. I was scared to death. I tried to approach one of the villagers but they didn't respond, they ignored me. Throughout the week they did traditions of their tribe. I observed what they did. What they ate. Did they educate the children? What was their medicinal system? I brought my research back. I was relieved to finally be safe from those savages. I published my research and was finally known as a reliable Ethnographer.
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