What looks normal during the day, at night, and even on a full moon, may well fit into the context of a horror movie or thriller. Actually, I'm not afraid of the night city. What can't be said about the village. That's where goosebumps run down my skin and I want to speed up my pace and find myself in my house as soon as possible. And I can't even explain what scares me. It's not a specific fear. This is the fear of our ancestors, for whom the night was really dangerous. My mind understands perfectly well that it's just darkness and just a forest, but my limbic system desperately screams that someone there in the dark has already put me on the menu of his dinner 馃槀
