This should be a short story based on the Novoyuuparosk world. I wonder if I can finish this to any extent...

Draft space

Novoyuuparosk is in a world where a good world war 3 destroyed some of the human civilisation. Some is left of course.

Prelude

For the 27 years of my life I've been hearing people say that the world was massively different some 30 years ago. I don't have a strong opinion on this and the reason should be apparent. I don't have a clue what it was 30 years ago, I'm no more than 27.

What I can say for myself and probably also for Karja who is sharing the caravan with me. She's got a tad more of life than I do but that does not extend beyond 1 year. So I reckon she doesn't know ancient life either.