Encounters within the Aurochs’ Gaze
By Ruben Campos Arjona Ten thousand years ago, a wounded prey is running away from its hunters. Three arrows of a material that is not yet flint are stuck on its side. The beast stumbles, gasps for air and closes its eyes one last time as the frigid waters of the lake claim it. The hunters pass it by, the prey forgotten. After a violent pause and millennia of silence, a bunch of bones are unearthed and reassembled on top…