Stories

Fog - rain - wind - „Welcome to Kodiak,“ locals laugh after you ask them when is the weather going to be little bit better. I am sitting on a bank of a nameless river full of salmons dying in an ancient fight for the kind survival in this weather. I am watching raindrops pouring on a waterproof objective cover. Flocks of gulls are flying around fighting for what was left from the fish. The silence of the wild is disturbed only by their scream.

We were hiding from them in tree branches in times when the humankind was young. When the history of our kind stopped to be counted by millions of years, we were afraid of them while sitting in a twinkling light of flames. Their furs were worn by kings and the bravest warriors. Then came a man with a rifle and barbed wire. The balance of powers has changed. Nowadays they survive on islands of wilderness called national parks, however, you still feel a strange buzzing in your nape when sitting near a fire in the middle of a bush and a call of a hunter is heard in the night darkness...