MY MIND JUMPED.
Muffled with winter clothes we shuffle out of the spruce woods onto the surface of a small lake. Looking up we see Great Bear Little Bear Cassiopeia and Polaris. We lean our head together and speak in whispers. The clouds begin to waver bending back and forward with a quick springing motion. There is so much mystery. Then the light vanishes without a trace into the darkness. I want to loose my identity, my face, disappear, and become unknown.
Baltim whispers "What is this strange place? Why are we here in Greenland?"
I don't know. It was just an idea. Some people together, everyone playing the role of his life.
He looks in my eyes: " I want to be a person full of absurdity and tragedy."
For me I will try to penetrate into the area that is beyond my comprehension.
It sounds like a wish as a star is falling.
I can't report more on the spell of that night. You know how I am. I would just blather it out which-wise whatever.