An old man told me about the ghost in the forest, the invisible foe. I laughed at his stories, so well-known his madness, so on the verge of insanity he was. Still, he asked me:
„How do you get away from an enemy you cannot see?“
I shook my head and gave no answer; until that day in the woods. I was running, every shadow was another monster, my thoughts kept racing...
„The mist keeps enwrapping me, twig by twig enthroned above my head, like an eagle looking for its prey. The quiet swishing of the wind blowing through leaves keeps driving me insane. The only protection from damnation is my torch. The only thing to protect myself from the invisible, the enemy I don't see... The Ghosts from the old mans delusion."
