I was packing my gear after shooting the watermill I showed you in the previous post.
My shoes were full of mud and my pants had a twig attached to them.
I was deep down inside the trunk of my car, looking for another pair of snickers I knew I had around, so I can change the muddy things I had on. I banged my head while getting out.
Damn it!
While patting my head on the "bubu" I made, my eye fell on a possible photo that looked desolate enough to tell me the story of two old people, getting married, having children, having different joy moments just to finish lonely, together, but separately in the end.
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The Story-Telling Wrecked House
While getting the right angle for the shot I heard barking behind me. I realized the car is now far enough to get bitten to death by those stray dogs that were already in alert mode. While moving backward lightly as a balerina, managed to shot also a picture that at the time, looked to me like the last one I will take.
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The not friendly inhabitants
I remembered that in one of my raincoat's pockets I had half of the sesame bars I like to eat while skipping over breakfast, lunch or dinner... sometimes all together So I'm easily unwrapping the remaining half of the baton while the dogs were barking nervously at me and pinning my back down by the first wrecked house I photographed (you know, the one with the nice story... I was about to become a bad story in this place). While throwing the bar behind them they kind of got scared at first, while after they realized there was maybe something to eat.
The dogs being interested in the decoy, I took the back route (behind the story-telling, wrecked house), thorugh somebody's courtyard...I think. I mean there was no fence but there was somebody there to check me out and identify me.
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The friendly one had a suspicious friend
While trying to get around the house of the owner of the goats, through a patch of open land that connected to the dirt road on which I had my car parked, something black was behind me. Around what I thought it was the "outside shit house" of the family, she got me cornered:
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The nosy hen
I managed to get back to the car, all muddy and covered in goat poo. My friend asked where the hell I was. I dropped the gear directly on the back seat, told her to get in and got behind the wheel. In front of us, the dog sentinels were still on my tail.
Probably they didn't like the sesame bluberry honey bar I gave them. Luckily, this thing got me unbitten today.
I have to buy an airsoft gun to be safe I think.
What do you think guys?