Mount Laten, 2004

A little girl was climbing towards us, looking at her feet. When we drew level she saw, right under her nose, Kirill’s enormous boots. Slowly her eyes travelled up: strange trousers, a huge, tall, white man with enormous eyes. She screamed, covered her face with her hands, tears already flying. After a few seconds she opened her eyes, but the two monsters had not disappeared, the way the local demons probably do. She screamed even louder. The best we could do for her was to vanish as fast as possible.