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It's 10,000 BC, what did your house look like?
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Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
"Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead
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Oh. It has to be during Ice Age?
Ok. Here's one of the whole neighborhood.
Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
"Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead
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It depends on where on Earth you are asking about.
Here in the Americas, people probably lived much the way North American Plaines Indians lived before the horse, simple tents. In Europe, around that time, some people were living in Earth covered, log structures that were half pits. Elsewhere, people lived under the sky or temporary shelters or shelters made from less durable materials than wood.Christianity: The belief that a cosmic Jewish Zombie who was his own father can make you live forever if you symbolically eat his flesh and telepathically tell him you accept him as your master, so he can remove an evil force from your soul that is present in humanity because a rib-woman was convinced by a talking snake to eat from a magical tree...
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According to what I found on the net, 20-15,000 years ago the houses (huts? tents?) are made of hide, bones and wood.
It goes between the big house (36m X 18m: Kostienki on the Don) and the small tent a la american indian.
So 10,000 years ago, I guess there was some improvement.
Real agriculture appears 6000 BC.
This makes me conclude that the comparisson with american natives (Apaches, Sioux more than Mayans) is not too bad.The books that the world calls immoral are the books that show the world its own shame. Oscar Wilde.
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