At the crossroads of nine paths, muddy water springs forth, cleansing itself slowly, almost as
if reluctant. I decide to wash up, but a man with a child warns, “Don’t do it!” He senses my
fear as the foot draws nearer along the path through the gray pine forest. I pull my fur coat
over my head, which induces a sense of intoxication. “Don’t be afraid; it’s for your
protection,” he says before disappearing into the spring’s murky water.

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Na križovatke deviatich ciest vyviera zmútená voda. Vyčisťuje sa velmi pomaly. Akoby sa ani
nechcela očistiť. Idem sa myt. Nerob to! Varuje muž s dieťaťom. Cíti môj strach z nohy
blížiacej sa cestou sivého borovicového lesa. Naťahujem si na hlavu kožušinu. Vyvoláva
pocit opitosti. Neboj sa. Je na tvoju ochranu. Povedal a stratil sa v kalnej vode prameňa.

Tex: Vladislav Vaľko
Music author: Vincent Jaš