When a world loses a language it loses a unique treasure
of the word-play and diffrent cultures understand words diffrently.
Our knowledge of herbs and medication lies in our memories. There aren't very many
books, which talk about our ancestors' ways of healing. How would we know that our
ancestors used aconitum ( known as aconite, monkshood, wolfsbane, leopard's bane,
women's bane) in case of a tumour and at the beginning of a cold, Lichen Islandicus for
fever, cold, tuberculosis, calendular salve on wounds, trefoils' tea for cough and put a hop
inside a pillow in case of a sleep deprivation, if our ancestors hadn't taught that to us.
When my stomach hurt, my mother used to read those lines to me:
'' Kiirmus-kaarmus
Varesele valu
Harakale haigus
Mustale linnule muu tõbi
Meie laps saab varsti terveks