Why was it so difficult to become a medieval blacksmith? | History for Sleep

Welcome, sleepless traveler, this history for sleep stories will accompany you in the endless sea of ​​dreams.
Let the deep, familiar exhaustion of the body pull you down. Could you swing a hammer? Could you forge iron? Could you do it every day? We are traveling back, far back, to a life defined by heat, solitude, and the relentless, hypnotic rhythm of a hammer. Tonight, you are not merely listening; you are the maker. You are the heart of the village, the center of its fire. You are the Medieval Blacksmith.
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00:00 Intro
00:48 Part I. The Ritual of the Bellows: The Awakening of the Beast
07:07 Part II. The Anvil’s Silence: The Unmoving Altar
12:27 Part III. The Rhythm: Monotony as Meditation
16:53 Part IV. The Work: Necessity Over Grandeur
21:38 Part V. The Loneliness of the Heat: Smoke and Social Distance
26:17 Part VI. The Art of Quenching: Hiss and Steam
31:15 Part VII. The Slow Fade: The Aching Body and the Dusk
35:07 Part VIII. The Silence of the Finished Work: Rest and The Next Dawn
38:45 Part IX. The Peace of Profound Exhaustion