A valley in the fight against the bears

The green becomes darker with every curve, next to the street, dralle tree trunks are stacked, behind it blooms tender and white the feather-light floating beard. There are two officials at the border station to Montenegro: “Yes, of course there are bears here. They come here every fifth day and drink from the fountain,” says the larger of the two and points to a fountain trough a few meters away. “And the little bears play more often back there,” he adds, pointing to a light area behind the leaf wall, through which sunstroke pierce.