Post by account_disabled on Dec 11, 2023 20:55:40 GMT -8
It was a little later that we saw something that left us in shock. Even today, almost a year after that incredible adventure, I can't get those images out of my mind and make sense of what happened. We go back to talking about it again, me, Braschi and Mancini, during our drinks in the pub or in the mountains. Without finding answers. We never notified the authorities. Besides, what could they have done? We entered and exited the woods: at times it became dense, holes opened where there were differences in height, rocks, so we advanced in the open on safe slopes.
And when we came around a small slope Phone Number Data they were there. The pack and the men who followed it. Or at least that's what it seemed. The wolves were still too far away and hidden by a thicket. The five men could not see them. Braschi took the binoculars and looked. “I see the tracks of the wolves,” he said. Then it was clear that they were going after the pack. “If they don't have cameras, if they're not even hikers,” I said, “why are they following them?” "They are shepherds, as I said," replied Braschi.
Maybe they killed some of his sheep.” "And how do they want to kill them?" I asked. «They don't have weapons, at least rifles. I don't think they want to shoot wolves with a gun." "You're right," said Mancini. "Then they're crazy, they'll end up getting torn to pieces." "What do we do?" asked Braschi. We decided to go down to the valley as soon as possible. Follow the men who followed the pack. That excursion was becoming a spy story.That's when he understands. He has already gone back many times in his life, back to write unread stories that would pile up on top of each other without generating readers. But what is a story if it doesn't have a reader? It is a silent reality imprisoned in unconsciousness.
And when we came around a small slope Phone Number Data they were there. The pack and the men who followed it. Or at least that's what it seemed. The wolves were still too far away and hidden by a thicket. The five men could not see them. Braschi took the binoculars and looked. “I see the tracks of the wolves,” he said. Then it was clear that they were going after the pack. “If they don't have cameras, if they're not even hikers,” I said, “why are they following them?” "They are shepherds, as I said," replied Braschi.
Maybe they killed some of his sheep.” "And how do they want to kill them?" I asked. «They don't have weapons, at least rifles. I don't think they want to shoot wolves with a gun." "You're right," said Mancini. "Then they're crazy, they'll end up getting torn to pieces." "What do we do?" asked Braschi. We decided to go down to the valley as soon as possible. Follow the men who followed the pack. That excursion was becoming a spy story.That's when he understands. He has already gone back many times in his life, back to write unread stories that would pile up on top of each other without generating readers. But what is a story if it doesn't have a reader? It is a silent reality imprisoned in unconsciousness.