She pointed to the stars. "Our calendar was written in the blood of kings and the faith of angels. We count from the Annunciation, when the angel told Mary she would bear the Light of the World. That was 5,500 years before the shepherd boy Dionysius tried to count again. While others live in the year 2025, we walk gently in the year 2017. Not behind. Earwitness to a different beginning."

Her grandson, Dawit, had returned from university in Europe, full of new ideas and impatience. "Grandmother," he said one cool September evening, holding up his phone, "the rest of the world is celebrating the start of a new year. January 1st. Why are we still in the past?"

Emebet poured the coffee into a tiny cup, letting the berbere scent drift. "Let me tell you the secret of the thirteenth month."

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She pointed to the stars. "Our calendar was written in the blood of kings and the faith of angels. We count from the Annunciation, when the angel told Mary she would bear the Light of the World. That was 5,500 years before the shepherd boy Dionysius tried to count again. While others live in the year 2025, we walk gently in the year 2017. Not behind. Earwitness to a different beginning."

Her grandson, Dawit, had returned from university in Europe, full of new ideas and impatience. "Grandmother," he said one cool September evening, holding up his phone, "the rest of the world is celebrating the start of a new year. January 1st. Why are we still in the past?" Ethiopian Calendar

Emebet poured the coffee into a tiny cup, letting the berbere scent drift. "Let me tell you the secret of the thirteenth month." She pointed to the stars