So there it was. In a tiny forest, a boy, and his only friend Marmalade. Flesh and blood and the other - sugar and some joinky-joinky thing, which is soft and most importantly edable. When boy went to the shop he always took Marmalade with him, and he carried it in his mounth. So he always had also money for sugar, as when they finished their trip to village shop, the sugar had melted around his friend. So he did it, every time, after walk from shopping or hunting, put his friend liyng on back on sugar and then turned it around. Like putting clothes on to a person. But Marmelade put sugar on.

For the nights the boy put his friend into a little box. Marmelade called it "bed", the boy put it more straightforward and called it simply bear-proof-box. There were 4 bears in that same forest. Tomas, Venus, Kaia and Krampus-Krumpus. Half of them male, half female - that way the forest made more sense and mr. Nature liked also to keep everything in balance. "All 4" - they called themselves, only Tomas liked to call them "Just me". "All 4" or "Just me" members all knew that Marmelade was out of their reach and nobody could touch it. Although it smelled good and probably tasted also the same. Every day they watched the boy playing with his friend and were jelous. Felt the sweet taste of marmalade in their mouth. The smell was the best only at 5 meters away from the boy when he held the Marmalade in his mouth. The bear could go grazy then (but they never did). So day by day they lived there, in theyr little forest. Boy happy, the bears not so much, because besides the Marmalade they also had to deal with hunters and that was a ugly business. Tomas liked it the most, but others hated it. One day, as it always happens, when life is too correct and easy to tolerate, came one another bear, the uncle of Venus. And things started to go wrong. Or one thing more precisely.

As uncle didn´t have any idea about the Secret Rules of other beers about not eating the Marmalade as they considered it to bring bad luck - eating it. And thought it to be safer with the boy. But the thing is that the oncles name was Eat-it. Everybody knew him from previous stories and from more far away forests that their neighbouring forests. Everybody were his friend, so they never put Mr. in front of his name. They called him just Eat-it. It was a good costume to call besides themselves with Mr. or Ms., like hey, you mr. Tomas or hey, you, miss Venus and so on. But with oncle just Eat-it. So there it was, the forest, the boy, Marmalade (boys friend), 4 bears + 1 more bear and there was a lake with cristal blue water about 2 kilometerst from boys home, but this is unimportant and doesn´t play any role in that story. So the uncle saw the boy running in forest. The boy had never seen a bear before, just heard some weird sounds, but never seen it. He thought the sounds to be his well developed imagination which can produce all sorts of things like flying animals with wings, and even crazier at times flying metal bodys high abouve his head, and at times his imagination made up things like green and tidy and fresh-aired and healthy forest. So he was running, the bear saw him, now they gor closer and the boy started to saw the bear also. "What a imagination I have today", he said to the Marmalade. She agreed as she didn´t see the bear, she was in boys mouth. The boy and the bear got closer till one could touch eatsc other. The boy felt the soft furs of bear. Hugged it. And laughed. He was happy. He trusted his imagination to put together the best ever imagination for him. Described it to Marmalade, who was still in his mouth in dark and didn´t see anything.

Well it was a bit later than dinnertime already, so the bear was waited at home to eat. So "Just me" crew went to look for him. "Eat-it, Eat-it!" they were crying in forest. Repeatedly and repeatedly. More louder and louder. But the boy never did it with his best friend although he surely trusted his imagination to tell and show him the right things all the time.

So there it was. In a tiny forest, a boy, and his only friend Marmalade. Flesh and blood and the other - sugar and some joinky-joinky thing, which is soft and most importantly edable. When boy went to the shop he always took Marmalade with him, and he carried it in his mounth. So he always had also money for sugar, as when they finished their trip to village shop, the sugar had melted around his friend. So he did it, every time, after walk from shopping or hunting, put his friend liyng on back on sugar and then turned it around. Like putting clothes on to a person. But Marmelade put sugar on.

For the nights the boy put his friend into a little box. Marmelade called it "bed", the boy put it more straightforward and called it simply bear-proof-box. Every beer in

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..kui takso oma esimesi rattapöördeid Venetsueelamaal teeb keerame aknad alla. Mina istun ees. Nemad taga. Kuigi ka ette mahuks istuma rohkem kui kaks inimest. Tagavaatepeegel tuletab mulle meelde, et asjad on tegelikkuses kaugemal kui nad seda paistavad. Taksojuht pakub mulle uusi plätusid osta. Keeldun viisakalt. Takso teeb oma parempöörde Méridasse suundumiseks. Kurvil vilksavad mööda gallonisuurused veenõud kuid täidetud mootorikütsega. Naised, mehed, lapsed auto aeglustamisel meie kõrval jooksmas. Taksojuht mõtleb ja peale sekundeid pikkust analüüsi peatub. Ostab 8 liitrit bensiini - "Siis on kindlam", sõnab.
Venetsueelas makab 50 liitrit autobensiini eesti rahasse ümber arvestatult 10 krooni. Ja jaamad, kus juhid kütusevajadust rahuldavad, ei ole iseteenindusega. Kõik korraldatakse sinu eest. Ja paagi eest ulatatakse läbi allakeeratud akna 5 bolívari. Enne kui takso bussijaama keerab, jääb sellest puudu pool tundi. Seisame ristmikul ja enam ei liigu. Juht jookseb, hoiab pead kätega, siis kasutab käsi vehkimiseks ja siis tuleb tagasihoidliku naeratusega tagasi istmele. "Võtke siit teine takso!" Maksame kokklepitust vähem ja peatame juba järgmise, mis viib meid ööbussi ootama ja selles külmetama.

Autod on vähemalt 30 liitrit sajale imevad. Kunagi USAst välja saadetud. Aastakümneid tagasi. Aga 30 liitrit ei paina siin kedagi - kui kütus on odavam kui vesi.

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..et Venetsueelas jalga valgeks saada, selleks tulin. Pico Bolívari otsa ronida. Giidi kinnitusel jääb see küll veidi alla 5 kilomeetri. Ei ole murest murtud. Või motivatsioonist puudu. Koos sakslasega alustame rallit viieks päevaks:Kuni lõpuks saan kaugele rahvuskangelasele kõrge mäe tipus õlale patsutada.Ja peale seda alla tulla.