Wednesday 7 December 2011

From fragment to fragment

Moss Garden, 183 miles to enclosure point

We set out towards the ocean. Now it was the ice that broke beneath our feet and suddenly we were jumping from one ice piece to another. I was completely disoriented. All machines were turned off so we wouldn't be located. But Holy was a cat of refined senses, sometimes he would stretch his head and shook the cold polar wind from his whiskers. His little wet red nose churned before choosing the next fragment of floating ice to jump to.
We jumped to a larger piece in the center where we decided to stay. Here we should be able to camp in safety and get some rest. I removed a capsule and opened it. Within 5 seconds our home was installed. I chose the aspect of an igloo through Holy's drafts in our logbook. He told me that was how a home should look in there. I found it strange cause it didn't look like anything I have seen before. But Holy's face kept quiet as if he knew everything he had to do and nothing was strange, ultimately, as if he was the sole owner of one big secret.
We went inside the igloo and started sleeping. Holy connected the alert system. I did not understand it very well - there was nothing around us, I found myself all alone - but when the alarm system was activated I immediately noticed a huge white hairy head stuck in the narrow entrance of the igloo.
- "Please help me... I know you can hear me! ... Come get me out of here."
- "And why should we do that?" Holy asked.
- "Because if you don't it will be impossible for you to leave, unless you want to go through my mouth. It's very warm inside me, do you want to come? "Said the shaggy head enthusiastically.
Holy and I looked at his huge eyes when we were startled by a noise coming from is stomach.

- "I'm so hungry ... okay I understand that you wont let me eat you but set me free so that I can go hunting please.” 
- "We will set you free." Holy said.
- "But what then?! ..." I asked. "I do not understand how can you trust that hungry head ..."
- "I do not trust him. He's like a bear, and all their good will doesn't matter, their nature will speak louder. So let's open a hole in the ceiling and then when we are away you will remotely disable the capsule."
And so we did. We distance ourselves until Holy ordered me to turn off the capsule. We saw the bear right there in a distance over a raft of ice, then he disappeared into the water.


On a cold day a Bear is lost in his own hunger.
Thus he was born with an extraordinary sense of orientation in space.
Nature works so that we can find ourselves.
Time is always in our favor
even when we flee
from fragment to fragment,
away,
into the icy wastelands.

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