ALASKA

The first vision that I remember of my infancy is the playful dance of stars above me. Even, in some dreams, I can revive it. I see the Pleyades at East and high, very high, the Polar Star, great and powerful like a petty sun.


My body sways on account of the movement, some times I bump along between the furs, although I don't fall down to snow since my father -Arawaki- took precautions and he tied my little body to the sleigh with leather straps.



In spite of I'm going almost envolved totally in furs, like a mummy, I can looking the night. I think now that it was the reason which I love Night. In my memory I fly as though I was transported on the Night's wings... I fell its gelid breath, I watch its hundreds of eyes looking me from the Sky, and its smell, I feel the Polar Night smell.


Kishki goes forward, "he" is the leader. Back, another six dog-wolves come running, devouring the interminable Polar plain. Destiny made I was born in Alaska... I can listen the incessant pantings of the dogs, and, ocasionally, my father's whip bitting the air above the animals, over all of them except Kishki. My dog never needed whip, told me my fahter years after when he became old, Kishki had the Polar Star marked in his front, "he" was born running...