My last trip to the Molotov Line, just a couple of days ago, proved to be an ultimate failure. Lots of uselessly burnt fuel, lots of driving on dusty roads and ploughing my way through dark, swampy thickets. All in vain. There was not even a trace of things I was looking for. Judging it from a different perspective I could say that another swath of terrain was checked thoroughly...
While lurking there I noticed a tree which looked somewhat apocalyptic to me so I tried to approach it to take a snap - only to be stopped dead in my tracks by a menacing sight of a terrifying predator waiting in ambush. I then realized that I made 200 kilometers to come to this place and I had not seen a single elephant, rhino or even a lion. The area was utterly cleansed... and I knew who, or what was behind it... Monster eyed me lazily, probably considering a puny human to be a sorrowful prey, not worth the usual effort of beheading the victim with a lightning speed. It seemed to wait for a more sizeable morsel, possibly a whale from a nearby water-filled hole.
I took a snap and then run pell-mell to my car. I throw my camera bag inside and, not bothering to slam the door shut, I drove off Mad-Max style across the fields - never to come back again.
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