The hunter of hunters

It was the first of September, the day of the hunting reopening.
In a wooden shed with a window open to the forest, as in a painting, the doorway framed the green of the trees.
There was the tearing sound of the first shots and I, my eyes still swollen with tears shed for Amarena, the mother bear symbol of the Abruzzo National Park killed not twelve hours earlier, thought of those poor defenceless wild animals, hunted from one day to the next in the freedom of their home.
And it occurred to me that it would be wonderful to go hunting for hunters

A girl from another era,
the forest and its creatures,
a special child who became a man too soon,
a beautiful love story,
and a common enemy: the hunter.

'Only when you go from predator to prey do you really begin to understand fear'.