I remember when I was in 3rd grade, around 8-9 years old, my and some other classes went to the UN for a few hours. I started to feel sick a little while after being there, and I think I was the only one that felt sick. Funnily enough, just a little while after we left I felt fine again. I do remember they were going to take me to some medical office and had a wheelchair ready for me. Praise fucking kek we were leaving at that moment.
Very interesting. The UN is very evil. My guess is your soul (or spirit?) wasn't sitting right with it and was telling you to get out. It's my best guess to explain this phenomenon.
I remember when I was in 3rd grade, around 8-9 years old, my and some other classes went to the UN for a few hours. I started to feel sick a little while after being there, and I think I was the only one that felt sick. Funnily enough, just a little while after we left I felt fine again. I do remember they were going to take me to some medical office and had a wheelchair ready for me. Praise fucking kek we were leaving at that moment.
Very interesting. The UN is very evil. My guess is your soul (or spirit?) wasn't sitting right with it and was telling you to get out. It's my best guess to explain this phenomenon.
Strange thing is I may be descended from black nobility, so my blood should have loved it. Maybe my soul/spirit is stronger than a blood oath.