Felix Lupa - Photographer

It all began many years ago, in the dense rain-forests somewhere in South America. A small, elderly spider opened his eyes in the dark. A battle-cry echoed in his little head. It was a basic, ancient insatiable instinct. When the stomach growls nothing will stop it. It is a basic instinct, not a movie. For him it is the nature of things- he strikes out to hunt! He crawled quietly out of his hiding-place, on his way to the endless hunting grounds, in the direction of targets he had marked when he was going here and there never lazy, he had set small net-traps in strategic places: by the time I am back the frige will have filled up he thought and a bit to bite on the road never did one any harm . He moved quietly, his steps light, all his senses alert: he will strike out from his hiding place, paralyze his prey and disappear leaving no trace. The place where no human foot has been set .This is how his birth-place was called, but now, alas, the worst had happened: a human foot was planted in front of his eyes! Scanning quickly the situation he raised his head: there is no such animal he thought air force will be no good here. This battle will have to be decided face- to -face , and he stuck his teeth deep into the intruder s flesh. But alas, before he could complete his act he was suddenly struck by a heavy metal body bearing the strange letters made in j And this was the end of our little brave hero. Nevertheless, before he returned his soul to his maker he left his poisonous...

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