Camera, editing, direction: Petr Pavlíček
Sound mix: Petr Peubauer
Music: Michal Škrabálek, Hednigarna
Year of manufacture: 2008
Here is the ENGLISH TRANSLATION OF THE MOVIE
“Childhood dreams are a world without boarders; it's a free, fragile world. If you stop living those dreams, even for a moment, they'll disappear for ever..."
So here I am in the Tatras again.... this year it's the sixth time already. I really love this part of Slovakia. I am feeling sad. I was never kind to my body and now it's pay back time. I always simply made do with each injury and ignored the doctors. I always wanted to be a film hero. I devoted my life to that childhood dream and so I trained martial arts every day. But no one from Hollywood ever called and after some time I realized that being behind the camera it's also fun.
A crazy challenge is the best motivation, so 4 years ago I started making money by filming in the mountains.
The first computer came on the seen, then first documentary and my life was changed. Sport was put aside for a while. The only thing was that my crocked ankle completely seized up by sitting at the computer. Today I can not run, let alone jump or kick. I still go into the mountains but I must watch every step I take. Only an operation will solve torn ligaments but I do not have time for that. And so I suffer. I will not make much money, here in the mountains but the freedom is for now worth it for me. It is difficult. I work very hard all the time, but I cannot think on the commercial level, so I simply cannot afford several months rest for an ankle operation. I know very well that this is a never ending circle but I am not able to stop this crazy rollercoaster. At least in my head I can't. It's about time I did something about it.
The North always excited me. I discovered Femundsmarka on my first hitch hiking trip to Scandinavia. The countryside from Jack London's novels became real right in front of me. This unspoiled, coldest wilderness of Norway spreads out around the huge lake Femunden. It is a region of thousands of small rivers and lakes, low taiga and never ending stony tundra. The legendary Stor Hans lived somewhere around here. The endlessness of the murky table-lands and the barren tundra was eerie. I started to make my way back. The loneliness and feeling a touch of the North is chillingly intensive in the autumn.
I have been excited by the thought of crossing this land in the winter for some time now...