Imagine that you are a peasant of the fifteenth century. You live in some Central European village and, fearing God, every day you leave your back in the field, from sunrise to sunset, you pay your taxes and your only sins are to drink brandy and make an occasional visit to the widow Gumersinda, when not the chickens. The night is dark and harbors horrors, and it is really dark. There are no lampposts, nor can you use your mobile to illuminate yourself. You light a candle in a hasty way and you cover yourself with the blanket on your bed, afraid of falling asleep and …

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