My enemy obviously thought so too, he turned away and continued on his way. Watching him disappear into the gloom, I felt proud of my resourcefulness. However, I was immediately convinced that I had no reason to be proud of myself. Lowering my hands, I realized that a second ago my fingers, having penetrated into a secret pocket under my arm, were already clutching the handle of the tranquilizer pistol that we always had with us. So the fear still lived in me.
Summoning my former rage to my aid, I stood on the tape again. The figure of the sinister stranger was still visible in the distance. White breeches, a fashionable jacket... shoulder-length brown hair… He suddenly turned around, and I noticed a short dark beard and mirrored glasses with a blue tint.
(Depth of field), Fujica GW690 camera, 20mm medium-format film.
