Fire has always fascinated me since childhood when I was a little pyromaniac. I am drawn to it like a fly to a light bulb. So when I see fire, I go near it until the heat and smoke become unbearable and all my clothes stink like a chimney. What fascinated me about these controlled field fires in Bulgaria was the little life that seemed to have survived against all odds, the few plants that remained. I also got to see the sad part of fire, I saw field birds hopelessly trying to save their nests, flying around in circles around them, chirping desperately as if the fire was some wild predator that could get scared and run away.