cold black watery kiss gave me the city of prague when i came back from beautiful raw tree jungle of romania.. plans we traveled there with were changed many times due growing population of bears.. seein' bears when you climb up a bit higher rock behind which you see forest glade with few trees and your head goes up just in a moment when a middle sized bear is walking behind one of those trees.. your first intention (as human meeting much more powerful animal) is to turn back and run away.. while running away your second thought is 'why the hell you did not take the picture for your future kids'.. once the evening is here and you sit in a comfortable chair with fireplace behind you, you think about the magic meeting of mythical animal freely moving in forest and how impressive footprint (bear footprint) it left in your soul..
the second time when you are much better prepared (with three big knifes behind your belt and fireplace rake in your hand) you walk up the saint mountain of madarasi hargita and what God prepared for you are three little bears crossing the road just in front of your eyes, the last one stood up on his legs, smelled the sweat full of fear and excitement of those people (one with knifes, the other one with fireplace rake) and decided to dont bother those two when somewhere his mother is having and eye on him.. God did not prepare us a meeting with his mother and we are just gratefully calm for that.. in such moments when we needed to 'give up' climbing up one of szekely's saint mountain and the regrets came just after we turned back and waived meeting another 'cute' bears..
that feeling of regrets went away when translated tales, narrates and 'facts' reached my ear and i could imagine bear attacking guy picking up mushrooms for the sake of protecting little bear, bears taking away cows like buying newspapers and putting them under your arm, bears falling down from a cherry tree, bears going for a cultural evening inbetween the szekelyudvarhely town garbage cans.
moments not spend in the forest were fulfilled with adrenalin of another type.. playing alhambra board game can put your blood pressure to unbelievable heights, eating delicious food made with love outside the house in foresty garden takes your heart and puts it on a place made of silk and warmth, laying in bed in pitch-black nights when the black clouds are passing by under the werewolfy shining moon, having book in your hand and swallowing words before tiredness will knock on your eyelids..
nothing else just pure magic experience, beautiful memories and peacefull time etched such memory into my heart
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ReplyDeleteMadaras Harghita is a special place.
To my mind first came with a taltos, Attila Bial(who You met, when he was leaving Prague by foot to Compostella for the third time).
They were there in spring with my ex let's say girlfriend. She has also some record with Attila, but at the time their visit, she was tortured by my soul..
I saw pictures full of flowering Safrany (a spice, also the orange color of the flag of Hindustan). But Klara was not given to go to the top of the hill. She was in too bad shape, she recently lost our child.
Well, I was not even aware of that. Just afterwards, she told me (we had a good half year of painfully separating or trails...).
Then a saw Attila's pictures on the top in the rising sun.
Next time, in the first summer of 2009, we went for our fur, what was rising the Uchylnes level of the Experiment.
We were close, thus dancing in Transylvania makes You think, that You are close to anything regarding distances from Prague...
We had an appointment with the fur master and we were ahead in time. We toke a left and somehow got (with a car, which was robbed by gypsies for petrol in north Slovakia - so every curve made us feel, what makes us move further..) to the feet of a hill.
We recognized just from the photos, what we found.
Or to what we been attracted.