Christmas, Christmas is coming. And hope kills you because it dies last.

In the cabin on the hill of Malá Fatra, where he came to spend a hermit's Christmas away from people, the Bratislava screenwriter originally wanted to relieve himself of eternal stress and pre-divorce arguments. But fate likes it hot even in bitter winter. Or rather according to Stephen King's horror recipe: when the hero drops his tired eyes, he discovers with horror that he has stopped seeing. For good. That the vengeful apothecary wife would counterattack and set a deadly trap? After all, even the little owl on the nearest tree prophesies to the protagonist that he will soon lose his mind, even if he manages to survive in the remote area. After all, the iPhone screen cannot control the blindness, and therefore he can only stagger and fumble, have monologues with the Olympus recorder, or go around the cabin with a Taurus 0.38 revolver, because there is always someone wandering around. It's a phantom, isn't it a phantom? The darkness holds the answer until Christmas Eve, when… hope dawns?

Length of recording: 5 hours 15 minutes

Read by Vasil Fridrich