Stories

Under the Arctic Sun

“The silence was born somewhere here!“ comes to my mind when standing on the front deck of the ship Plancius. I am trying to see through a thick fog. It is three o’clock in the morning and the sun looks like a fuzzy light in the middle of big grey NOTHING. An ice block rubs the side of the boat and the wind draws aside the curtain of the fog. A fulmar flies just above the level of the sea. An Arctic day is just at its end. Or is it beginning?

Bear King Island

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.

Wings of the Sunshine State

Lights of cars driving in the opposite direction are making one fire line in my tired eyes. It's just before the midnight and I am crossing the Sunshine Skyway Bridge on the way from Tampa to Bradenton. In my mind I see pictures of rich American retirees during their morning jogging, luxurious hotels on the shore or the face of the thoroughgoing ginger-haired detective driving a black Hammer. Florida. The state of the dazzling luxury and also the state of mysterious swamps fullof alligators and water fowl.

Hunters from African plains

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...

Dr.Mili´s Pixies

“Do you think it is usual for two adult people to voluntarily go around in a jungle in the middle of the rainy night?” I ask the darkness next to me. The darkness is quiet for a while and all I can hear is the rain. The darkness finally answers:”Of course it is not!” I feel the darkness is smiling and find out I am smiling, too. Two crazy people. Me and the darkness. The darkness` flash-light twinkles. “Let`s go!” orders the darkness getting a shape of a young woman in the light. She resembles a will-o'-the-wisp in her raincoat and with a small light on her forehead. I follow Dr. Mili to the jungle to become part of her world of night pixies for few days…..