When my eyes fell upon that old picture, I realized that you where, still a little kitten. You where so funny, it was the nineties, and we didn’t even meet each other. Then the fire died out, and my anger dried up, I ran away so far, so deep into the jungle. I don’t know any hunter who’s afraid of a tiger, afraid of a picture, the picture of a tiger. I thought that I was an explorer but I’m just a boyscout that runs for cover.