Aaron van Valen

Escorted by wailing sirens, Aziz and Olek dash across an empty plain. The Dutch-speaking Aziz clearly does not know the terrain. Desperately, he tries to keep up with his burly companion, no matter how often the latter tells him to get lost. In a snow-clad and misty forest, Aziz drops behind after all. All alone, he is left to his own gut feeling. But perhaps this comes quite naturally to him.

Escorted by wailing sirens, Aziz and Olek dash across an empty plain. The Dutch-speaking Aziz clearly does not know the terrain. Desperately, he tries to keep up with his burly companion, no matter how often the latter tells him to get lost. In a snow-clad and misty forest, Aziz drops behind after all. All alone, he is left to his own gut feeling. But perhaps this comes quite naturally to him.