ABSTRACT
The wind sighs gently in the tops of the oaks. A small group of Neanderthals have come out to search for hazelnuts, wild plums, and elderberries in the light forest periphery. It is late afternoon, and children play around the glimmering fires, while the women prepare the meat for dinner and fetch water from a nearby stream. The grandparents, decrepit senior citizens at the age of 45, sharpen the spear points and check the tool inventory at the skinning place. A scene like one from a picture book about the Stone Age-is it reality or fiction?
