I Would Like So Much to Hate You, You Fucking Hunter, but it Would Be Bad for My Karma

This morning I was woken up at 5 am by very close rifle shots. I thought, here we go, someone must be shooting burglars, at last. After half an hour of shooting I thought, no, it must be the beginning of hunting season. But the shots had never been so close. They were for sure no more than 500 metres from my yard. After 4 hours of rifle shooting, no more than 500 metres from my yards, I though, this must be war.

Tomorrow I’m going to the police, to ask about my rights, as a civilian, according to Geneva Conventions.