Ein Ultra-Fuchs in Moskau. Die gibt es wohl nur dort. „Entdeckt“ hat ihn Vadim Solovyov.
Until recently, Moscow was covered in snow. And the giant ultra-foxes were sleeping peacefully in the courtyards of the „round houses“ they loved so much. But now it’s spring. This means that the foxes will soon go away from the city, from civilization, to equip their summer ultra-burrows. For me personally, spring is always kind of illusion of a new beginning. Like „well, finally, from now everything will be different, from now everything will be fine.“ I don’t know where this feeling comes from. Probably from the childhood. Somewhere in the subcortex there is a feeling of approaching summer holidays. But of course, we are not going to have any holidays any more. The most we can expect is a vacation. But this is different. So we can only watch with envy as the ultra-foxes go into the woods.
(via this isn’t happiness)