Horseradish from the Mountain

Death is not the end at all. It's just that I have no idea where I ended up. People, of course, are like people, except their skin is darker than mine, and they wear loincloths instead of pants. And my status is not so bad — I can be classified as part of the local "middle class." However, they mistook me for someone else. And in general, they named me, if we translate my now name, Horseradish from the Mountain. And my knowledge and skills find almost no application; rather, I am learning from the locals than enlightening the savages. But it’s okay, we will overcome all difficulties, pull the savages out of their stone age existence, and lead them into the future.