Friday, 29 May 2015 | Views [246]
... I packed my rucksack, took a bottle of spring -water, turned on a song and walked away. I left our camp, where we were living with my girlfriend, her mother and her uncle, behind. Not saying a word.
It was a narrow dusty road with no human ... Read more >
Tags: mountains, russia, tracking
Monday, 25 May 2015 | Views [123] | Scholarship Entry
... I packed my rucksack and walked away. It was a narrow dusty road with no human walking there. Suddenly, I saw a vehicle. It was an old soviet track with an open body. Five bearded men were staring at me. I saw those warrior faces, knowing no mercy.... Read more >
Tags: 2015 Writing Scholarship
