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Reading a book about slavery in the middle-ages, and as the author sorts through different source materials from different eras, I am starting to understand why so many completely fantastical accounts of "faraway lands" went without as much as a shrug. The world is such a weird place that you can either refuse to believe any of it or just go "yeah that might as well happen" and carry on with your day.
There was this 10th century arab traveller who wrote into an account that the fine trade furs come from a land where the night only lasts one hour in the summer and the sun doesn't rise at all in the winter, people use dogs to travel, and where children have white hair. I don't think I'd believe something like that either if I didn't live here.
I mean honestly everything that Arab traveler said lines up with the Arctic areas, except the white hair part, I don't know where that originates from, or if it's accurate
If I had to guess, maybe they had albinism? Or maybe it's one of those cases where kids sometimes start out with one hair color and develop a different one when they get older. This is all conjecture, but something to consider.
Still really cool tho
Also, languages develop words for colors over time so they get grouped with the closest one. That's why people with orange hair are called redheads. The word for red is generally the third color that gets a name. There wasn't always a word for the color orange, but there have almost always been people with orange hair.
And the Romans in Rome were fascinated by the Celtic slaves brought back from the British Isles because of their fair hair and skin.
When you read an ending so vile you feel the need to invent a time machine to bring the author back from whatever “I can fix ‘im, momma” armpit of 1950s dignified female suffering bc clearly something is terribly wrong here.