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“Another day at the office. I don’t care anymore whether the enemy is going to hear me or not. I stopped counting the days, and I don’t remember when I first arrived at this hole. The hours go by very slowly with the snow and the wind witnessing my agony while I wait for the enemy to arrive. I already wish it comes to put an end to this agony”!
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The Chief of Police shrugged his shoulders in resignation when one of his aides pointed at a piece of the uniform found. “From the other side!”. This finding would change everything and would bring a roster of complications for many people, especially him.
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“Another day at the office!”, I said to myself, just to shut my mouth off and stayed motionless, almost without breathing, checking for other sounds around. Nobody should know I am here, especially the enemy.
At least for me, a 30 minutes stroll after lunch with my camera helps me to relax my body, to clear my mind and to keep me focused on my micro photography projects. At night, I take a look at the pictures, usually not more than 15, I select two or three possessing a reasonable quality and throw out the remaining ones.