The whiteness was endless in front of his eyes. It had been like this for a week now. He took another step. Again the snow sank under his foot. Thankfully he had grown here on these snowy fields. He had made the snowshoes he wore himself. It had been the day he was announced to be a man. It also had been the last day he saw his father. He had left to take the same journey as his father did on that day.
The last time he had seen another human was in the big city in the south. He had seen the sun first time there. Nothing else restricted these snowy plain than the big city in the south and the ice covered sea in the north. Here in the north you could live your entire life without seeing even a glimpse of the sun. The snow masses kept on piling around the year. When you got to the edge of the snow desert you could hear the wail of the ice as it made its move towards the warmth.
He had been eager and left the second he had had the tribe's approval. It has been four years since then. Return