Marek sa potkýnal po vlhkej zemi Bieleho močiaru.

Marek stumbled through the damp ground of Bieleho Močiara.

Cítil, ako sa mu chladný, silný vietor zarýva pod kabát.

He felt the cold, strong wind piercing under his coat.

V zime je močiarny kraj nehostinný a dnes ho zakrývala hustá hmla.

In winter, the marshland is inhospitable, and today it was covered in thick fog.

Nevidel si ani na špičku vlastného nosa.

He couldn't even see the tip of his own nose.

V hlave mu stále vŕtali rady Ivety.

In his mind, Iveta's advice kept echoing.

"Pokiľ sa stratíš, využívaj všetky zmysly.

"If you get lost, use all your senses.

Počúvaj zvuky, cítiť ich môžeš lepšie ako vidieť.

Listen to sounds; you can sense them better than seeing."

"Marek cítil strach.

Marek felt fear.

Stratil zrak.

He lost his sight.

Všetko začalo v momente, keď cez hustú hmlovinu prival iba hluché ticho.

Everything started in the moment when the thick fog brought only deafening silence.

Zavrel oči a snažil sa počúvať všetko, čo ho obklopuje.

He closed his eyes and tried to listen to everything surrounding him.

Kroky po blate, šum lístia, slabé čvirikanie vtáctva.

Steps in the mud, the rustle of leaves, faint chirping of birds.

Snažil sa spätne vybaviť, čo mu o tejto oblasti hovorila Jana, jeho priateľka.

He tried to recall what Jana, his girlfriend, had told him about this area.

Ona bola skutočne nebojácna.

She was truly fearless.

"Na kraji močiaru je stará cesta," povedala mu raz.

"At the edge of the marsh, there's an old road," she had once said.

"Je to bezpečné miesto.

"It's a safe place."

"Bez zraku bol Marek dosť zraniteľný.

Without sight, Marek was quite vulnerable.

Vedel to a obával sa toho.

He knew it and was afraid of it.

Vždy sa spoliehal len sám na seba.

He always relied on himself.

Ale teraz potreboval pomoc.

But now he needed help.

Počul, že nedaleko od neho prejde auto.

He heard a car pass nearby.

Je to jeho šanca.

This was his chance.

"Pomoc!

"Help!"

" zvolal do ticha.

he called into the silence.

"Pomôžte mi!

"Help me!"

" Jeho hlas zanikol v hmle, ale potom sa snažil ešte raz.

His voice was lost in the fog, but then he tried again.

Musel sa spoľahnúť na to, že niekto bude počuť jeho volanie.

He had to rely on someone hearing his call.

Potreboval ich priniesť k sebe.

He needed to bring them to him.

Po chvíli, ktorá sa zdala nekonečná, počul hlasy.

After a moment that seemed endless, he heard voices.

Ľudia odpovedali na jeho výkriky.

People responded to his cries.

"Tu sme!

"Here we are!

Počuli sme ťa, ideme k tebe!

We heard you, we're coming to you!"

" Boli to turistickí nadšenci, ktorí, nevysvetiteľne, práve prechádzali okolo.

They were hiking enthusiasts who, inexplicably, were just passing by.

S ich pomocou sa pomaly presunul k bezpečiu.

With their help, he slowly moved to safety.

Svetlo prichádzajúce spoza hmly mu po chvíli prinieslo pokoj.

The light coming from behind the fog brought him peace after a while.

Zrýchlil krok až do bezpečia na suchej ceste.

He quickened his pace until he was safe on the dry road.

Marek, teraz bezpečne na okraji močiara, pochopil význam slova spolupráca.

Marek, now safely at the edge of the marsh, understood the meaning of the word cooperation.

Nebolo to o jeho nezávislosti, ale o ochote požiadať o pomoc.

It wasn't about his independence, but about the willingness to ask for help.

Naučil sa, že byť otvorený zraniteľnosti nie je slabosť, ale múdrosť.

He learned that being open to vulnerability is not weakness, but wisdom.

A práve to pochopil v hľadaní svetla vo vonkajšom, aj vnútornom svete.

And he understood this in searching for light in both the external and internal world.