In a place full of mystery,
where everything is from another era and where the time seems to have a plan of
its own, I was seated on an antique sofa, and my eyes accidentally intersected
with the eyes of the tiger. For a second, the clock forgot to tick and everything
around vanished, like a ghost after spooking someone. It was the longest second
and it made me tremor. If I was not seated, I would have fallen off the sofa.
There was no need for words
because the eyes of the tiger were so vicious that a shudder ran down my spine
each time they lay on me; as if he was ready for an attack but holding his
ground, waiting for the right moment to hunt his prey. I was just preparing
myself mentally for the tiger’s attack. Frozen, with loss of movement or ability
to think straight, I wasn’t sure how to face the tiger’s eyes. As if possessed by
some spirit, I was desperately trying to get away from its claws.