Before I took part in the Expedition through the Arctic, I had lived by a schedule. In the Arctic you lose sense of time. Having 24 hours of sunlight we could start our hiking at what we thought was 3 PM but it was actually 3 AM.
Our entire being was focused on one thing: survival.
That day or night (I can’t say for sure) I was on polar bear watch while the others were sleeping.
I didn’t have to fall asleep so I looked outside for some fresh air and came face to face with a ...
a baby seal. He looks very sad, because he wanted eat. I took it and have carried in camp. There my friends have fed him and have decided to leave yet will not be the adult that he was in force itself to extract to itself(himself) meal. It was by the form clear, that he has lost parents. When he has grown we have started to search for its relatives. We have found a small congestion of seals and have sent it to them. I long missed on it. We have gathered and have gone to the airport. Lodge in the plane and have started to fly up, but suddenly it seemed to me that he spent me a plaintive sight. I have understood, that seals can feel, after all we have replaced to it parents.
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