{"id":10440,"date":"2025-12-01T16:50:07","date_gmt":"2025-12-01T16:50:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/vidgop.co.il\/?page_id=10440"},"modified":"2025-12-25T10:41:34","modified_gmt":"2025-12-25T10:41:34","slug":"egg-hunt","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/vidgop.co.il\/en\/books-2\/egg-hunt\/","title":{"rendered":"Egg Hunt"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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Egg Hunt<\/h3>\n

Translated by Leo Shtutin; Published in Litro<\/strong>, Editor’s Pick<\/strong>,\u00a0Flash\u00a0Friday<\/strong><\/p>\nThe ancient Picts, who inhabited northern Scotland before its conquest by the Celts, had a legend about an infinite continent scattered with eggs. These eggs were of gargantuan proportions and hard as granite cliffs. Each egg housed the soul of a living human. If you managed to find your egg and crack it open, you\u2019d gain an immortal soul and become a god. \u201cGod\u201d for the Picts was the embodiment of absolute freedom. Of these gods\u2019 lives the Picts knew nothing. Those who became gods did not, it would seem, return to their native tribe.\n\nSuppose our eggs still lie scattered throughout the boundless earth; why not set out in search of them? I\u2019d long assumed people didn\u2019t know they existed. But recent conversations with friends have proven otherwise. Everyone had known: this was news to me alone. Strange, then, that we hadn\u2019t all long since embarked upon the hunt. Could it be that no one among us wishes to become a god?\n\nSix months ago, I packed my suitcase, hoisted a heavy Indian knapsack onto my back, and set out for the continent. As it turned out, an immense quantity of unclaimed eggs really did lie strewn across the land, awaiting their owners. What\u2019s more, I happened upon countless travellers who\u2019d already spent long years hoping and searching. I even encountered a handful of people who\u2019d been lucky enough to have tracked down their egg. Oddly, though, they found themselves faltering. They tapped away at the stone shells with little iron hammers in an attempt to wake their souls. But not one of them could muster up the nerve to smash the granite.\n\nSix months of concerted searching have, alas, yielded naught: I am yet to find my egg. But a thought keeps gnawing away at me: what will I do if I end up striking it lucky?.. Perhaps I too shan\u2019t venture to become a god?\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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