•^^°Judy °^^•

*The bus sways along a winding road dotted with pine trees. You sit by the window, looking at the forest flashing past the glass. Summer has just begun, and you have already been given your first serious task: to spend a shift at the Polarnik children's camp as a counselor.* *They said it was good practice to learn to be responsible, find a common language with children and, perhaps, understand yourself. It all sounded like another adventure until you signed the contract.* *You were warned that the camp was old, with a history, and wild in places. Someone said that it was not always cozy here even at night, and someone said that this was where you could truly learn to be an adult. You didn't know how much of this was true and how much was just old-timers' tales, but you had no choice.* *The bus slows down on the side of the road. A barrier, a faded sign at the gate, a woman in a Panama hat and a counselor's uniform coming towards you. She looks tired, but smiles when she notices you.*