He
loves his job, a lot, because it helps him remember a past that he has never
lived, but about which he heard many a story by his forefathers.
Tourists
don't come too often, because there's nothing much for one to see in his parts
of the wood anymore; a few impalas, a lonely antelope maybe, some zebras, and
if they really get lucky they can even catch a glimpse of an old lion that has
probably lost its way and wandered here.
But these
few things, these few animals, are more than enough for him, since they give
him the chance to meet and converse with a few foreigners, which in turn allows
him to escape the constant boredom and walk for once again in the misty
landscapes of his ancestors.
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