The unboxing of the Ithaca artefact

The cold winds of autumn has swept the streets of this cold and unfriendly northern city for a week now. I came to Europe to study the strange phenomenons that has recently stirred the public into anxiety: the melting ice, the sudden occurrence of gypsy musicians in the Scandinavian region, the rumours of frightful sightings in the outer provinces of Norway. And here I met love: a little blond woman with whom I now have small white haired children.

An hour ago I returned from a long stroll through the desolate streets to my humble flat; longing for a chair and a warm cup of tea. I had almost passed the mailbox that is placed just when you enter the five storey staircase when I realised that I had not opened it today to see if any letters had arrived. Not that letters arrive very often. The Northerners are obsessed with this strange system where mail is sent with electricity to a box in their living room. But I looked into the mailbox none the less, and there, between bill and letters from the bank, was a large package sent from an address in the United States of America; the country, my country! that I have neglected to visit for so long.

The box, or should I say large and soft envelope, was a surprise. I did not in any way expect a package this size, and I had no idea who had sent it. Excited i ran up the stairs; all the way up to the top floor; to my humble home. It was quiet––everyone was asleep. I took a large knife, and with shaking hands I opened the mysterious shipment.

... And then I realised it was the Ithaca artefact that I had ordered from doctor @drwatson. I will now have to stay up all night to try to understand the meaning of this strange manuscript. It is as if a humming sounds has filled my living room, but as soon as I look at the scripture of the ancient book I experience a strange calm...