December 23, 1989.

I am fighting with a hyena. I don't see how I have a chance. I
know the animal is a killer. We are in a hand-to-hand combat. I
decide I have to try and surprisingly, I am holding my own. I am
pushing the hyena back. At first, the animal is laughing. Now,
it looks surprised. I would say that to a point, it is in awe.

I can't believe it. Finally, we stop. I am tired, off guard.
The hyena claws right through my hand as I am siiting down. I
see blood gushing through little holes in my hand. I see the
animal's long curved claws dripping with blood. It is laughing.


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