Red berries are in my hand.
It's already cold, mixed with shining snow.
I remember looking at it and thinking:
How beautiful..
Young men are fighting, running and doing push ups in the mud,
Somewhere in the forest close to our city.
Go, go, go!
All I hear for few hours.
Two men are watching.
One is blond, complete plain, watching non stop:
Not good, he says, not good.
Two weeks already, another replies quietly.
Not good, reactions are too slow, not good,
The first one says again.
