From Białokury – At dusk you suddenly appeared in the middle of the road vagabonding. We were on our way home and drove through a small village. You were completely matted and neglected – we stopped and you came up to us – as if it were a matter of course you gave us your trust in those minutes and let us lift you into the car. Dear Mouzes, after seemingly endless and loveless years of subjugation, a new life now begins for you in our Doris Zinn-Herberge – welcome old dog-bear.