Martin planned to pack up things for his trip to Africa today and find out more specific information about his departure at the university.
He decided to pack things this morning. His working outdoor backpack was laid on a chair at the workbench while putting his clothes in an outdoor black shoulder bag that was laid on the bed.
The mother of both brothers, Linda was going to work, and walked past Martin's room when she noticed that the older of her sons was packing things up.
"Martin, why are you packing?" she stopped in front of the open door of his room with this question while she saw Martin packing.
Martin was dressed in the same clothes he had yesterday, and his body, like his room, was illuminated by the light coming into the room. You could see his bachelor's degree in zoology hanging on the wall on the left side of his room.
"Big news mom. My first expedition awaits me and it leaves tomorrow." Martin said as he turned to his mother with a smile on his face.
"F-first expedition?" Linda said, a little shocked.
Martin noticed his mother's shock, so he came to her, hugged her and said; "Don't worry, Mom. You did it when I went to college dotmitory. Chris, like me, regularly returns."
"I don't know how long it will be. I'm not ready for that you will move soon."
Martin didn't tell his mother where his first expedition would take place. She would only be more afraid.
"Mom, I promise you I'll be back. On a cat's conscience. This is the beginning of my career." he said, returning to his room and taking his work backpack before closing the door and locking it behind him. Linda did not let her older son out of sight.
He didn't even have that much working day at university in his way. Because of tomorrow's flight to Mbuji-Maji.
As always, Martin came to his usual workplace - for this day the ornithology classroom, where he and his colleagues sometimes remotely dealt with the protection of exotic birds or their research.
So far the work has not started since it came soon. So he decided to kill himself by pulling out one of the textbooks found on the shelf and reading it while leaning against the wall.
"Kratt, lucky you're here."
Martin was startled, and he nearly dropped the textbook he was reading when his old acquaintance appeared on the scene.
He immediately put the textbook back in its place and made it ready. This time, however, he was not only visited by a professor.
"Let me introduce my ex-student Martin." said the professor as he opened the door and Martin found himself in the view of another six people. And professor continued; "He will be a member of our expedition team in Congo."
Martin, on the other hand, was a bit disappointed to find that there was no woman on the team. But he didn't show it.
The team was one half-breed, African-American, and the rest were white. When Martin saw their glances he didn't see whether he was friendly or hostile to him.
"Let me introduce you to our team members." said the professor and pointed to the first of the whites "This is John. A former soldier and he will make the team do armed protection in a war environment."
Martin shook hands with a rather strong former member of the US armed forces. Compared to the man, he was a tint.
Professor continued "Here Jack will be important too. He is a car mechanic, but he was in the army as well, and he can do it with explosives. He and John will be in charge of protection."
This was followed by the remaining members of the academic team.
Scott, geographer. Matt, from high school qualified economist and experienced nature protector. Rhys, ecologist and Elliot, guardian of the local park.
Martin was glad when the lengthy introduction was over. Finally, it will be the information that is waiting.
"Tomorrow, be all at the airport at 7:15. The university arranged a medium-sized private plane to fund the expedition."
"And what should I take with me?" Martin asked and everyone looked at him.
Instead of the professor's answer, Elliot replied.
"Outdoor stuff."
Martin preferred to be silent on this, but he was glad that he had begun to prepare properly in the morning. Just take with you something against the sun and insects.
The professor was glad everyone was ready, but only the last important information for the morning remained.
"I'll be all waiting outside the airport. I'll be at the entrance."
Today Martin after about two hours at the university in his room refreshed the packaging of his things by continuing his work.
The journey begins well,
and I've already met my team.
There is a cartographer, armourer,
when there will be bombshell.
My adventure has just begun,
I don't know what I should say.
Soon I will temporarily stay in Africa,
in a country where bullets fly from guns.
I am at home and I am going,
I am both excited and concerned at the same time.
In a country, where is a war and regime,
where poets write about the king.
This was supposed to be an alternative beginning of the poetic work instead of a sonnet. This time, Martin completed it with a drawing of a young man (who was supposed to be him) standing on a mountain and watching the jungle from above.