This text was translated through a translator. I just wrote everything I thought directly into the translator, as thoughts flowed like a river. so please excuse that the text is crooked. I wrote everything I thought, without any plan or script. I don't think I'll edit the text in the future.

Over the past 10 months, my collection has grown. If earlier there were only skulls in it, now there are unassembled skeletons and skins. It was during this period of time that I delved into this topic and began collecting seriously.

Previously, my whole life was gray and boring. Every day was like the last. I used to sit in front of my phone screen or lie in bed every day. Every summer was the same for me, because I'd never done anything at all. I was sad because I was sure that this summer would be the same. I lived a quiet, measured life and didn't even try to leave this "comfort zone" because my exemplary family always lived a quiet, measured, friendly life. So I never knew what was beyond this measured life. I've always been a "good girl", I've always been afraid of my parents' words... But this summer, everything has changed.

I was a quiet and modest child from an exemplary and strong family.. I didn't even have any hobbies. I was a dummy who had never known REAL life... So, taxidermy burst into my life quite unexpectedly! I would never, NEVER have thought that there was an interest in this in the depths of my soul. I was really shocked at first. I didn't feel scared, and I never didn't think I was crazy, no. It was just the shock and surprise of what I found deep inside myself. My eyes lit up. I suddenly discovered a new part of myself. I got to know myself anew! The first animal corpse's autopsy triggered a chain reaction. I realized that taxidermy is my calling!

I needed to satisfy my "hunger" because taxidermy completely captured me. All this summer, I went out into the fields and forests, and also went on bike trips to nature. And it was all a secret from everyone, you know? Being a quiet and diligent child who was always afraid to disobey my parents, I secretly wented into the forests to look for animal carcasses! It was a real feat for me. This rebellious behavior was such an atypical behavior of mine that it all seemed like a dream. I have always looked through the photos of my outings with horror and admiration. I couldn't believe that I had done all this, that all this was happening in reality... I was buzzing over what had happened and planning new outings.

A lot has happened during this time. The whole summer was spentb forest's outing endlessly. Since it was all a secret, I was constantly looking for and created stashes where I hid carcasses or bones. I had to leave home for a while or work at night to stay unnoticed. And there were so many stories when the smell of carcasses almost gave me away! ALL of this drove me into a lot of stress and worries. Avery day I was stressed and paranoing because I was afraid of getting caught... But I kept doing it, I gained experience, I avoided past mistakes. I was really panicked at the thought of being caught, but at the same time, I felt a thrill and pleasure when I was I cut the another carcass.. Paranoia, adrenaline, excitement, fear and high are a CRAZY mix.

Taxidermy helped me get out of the dullness I used to live in. She turned out to be a helping hand that was extended to me when I was drowning in the "swamp". She was a mirror that allowed me to take a fresh look at myself and get to know myself. She let me know about the sides of me that I didn't even know I had. She woke me up and forced me to leave my comfort zone... It was the start to a new, intense life, which I could only see in my dreams before..