CHRONICLES OF TATRA----EPISODE 1 She took a leap into the forest upon setting her eyes on the belligerents who were approaching from all sides, singing the songs of victory. To them, it was a nice song to feed their ego but to her, it is a soar to the ear keeping in mind her spotting would be her end. She hid behind a thorny bush mumbling her prayer so that if it were her last, the supreme power would consider her in the wagon of eternal lifers. The modified pick-up trucks dance in the mud on the paths leading into the forest and connecting to the village three miles away. She watches the militia shout on top of their voices and gesturing to the sounds of the songs from the wrecked voice of one militant who seems to be satisfied pointing a sniper gun towards the forest ready to scatter some unsuspecting brain onto the innocent trees that form a canopy spreading a roof over her head. Some fear bite her deep into the bones having in mind that i...