12th April, 2008, cloudy

 

The river at the bottom of ravines was half frozen. It was a mother bear to be shot. Dark-red blood was steeping into the brand new snow. As the sun was getting to sink, my fingers have become painful even under the gloves. Some men upended the bear’s body and I could see appearing a white-vivid pattern like a boomerang on her chest. The body seemed deeply black. I felt the word “jet” was only for this bear. The deep-darkness was beating slightly. It looked like looking for her child. Eyes were shining emerald green. The first time I learn the word of Matagi can be gone back to I was the age of 21. At that time, the vague word “MATAGI” made me stop imagining easily rather than inspire something for me. Beyond the world of literature was far away from me. White boomerang was immediately coloured red when a dagger was stabbed into her chest. She died at the beginning of the new spring, and some big-black men were around her. I wondered how a child would be to live… Her fresh blood was roundly flowing out from an artery. Steam was rising from the deep fat under the fur in the crisp air of minus 5. In the end, her beat was becoming stopped quietly.

 

From my note.

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Pages: 148
Year: 2015
Publisher: Verlag Kettler
Size: 12 x 22 x 1.8 cm