Paul recognized it first. We didn’t have problems with this little beasts until now. But when I arrived at the little grass field which Paul had chosen as our camping place for the night, I immediately understood the extend of the situation. It started with a few and within seconds there where billions of Mosquitos coming for us, just hedged on the first warm spring day, hungry as you can be after entering this world from their winter diet. Paul grabbed all the stuff he already had loosened from his bike and we fled as fast as possible from this first so perfectly quiet and peaceful place.
As I said: until this moment we hadn’t had one mosquito-bite for it was not their season yet, this now has changed. We haven’t found peace since then and lie in our tent and the Mosquitos are hammering at the walls to get to our blood. They won’t until the morning when we have to leave our save house for good and cross the border to vampire land in order to reach our goal. Little vampires they truly are and their sound is like a choir of tiny zombies saying: pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease.
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