In first days of January I’ve realized that there is a dog at the house next to me. I know that it seems normal, but if you know that nobody’s living there since two years, it becomes more interesting… first I thought that she was looking for food and went in, but soon I saw that she can’t leave the place, so it was not her decision to be there – probably somebody threw her in. It was a young female, about one year old, a terrier mix, something between a Dachshund, a Pit Bull and an antique table (by her legs) – so its hard to describe her as a beautiful dog, but there was something charming about her.

Of course I could not see a starving dog next to me, so I’ve started to feed her. In a couple of days she was waiting for me every day at the gate. Some more days, and I bought special food for her… when I talked about her with one of my friends, he said ‘just don’t find a name for her… if you give a name to a creature, you lost’. Unfortunately when I arrived home that night and saw the dog again, suddenly I knew that she is Goblin… and my friend was right, in that moment I’ve lost the control.

