I followed him, because he was the only person in the that cold wilderness. I did not know what he was about to do. He looked tired, but with one definite destination. One kilometer far I saw the stable and then I knew. He was going to bring hay for his animals.
MR. George and the basket with stories. My wife and I love to go visit this very merry person. He has so many stories to tell. About the life in communism, about the life before it, about the life in his village... But the most interesting stories are the ones about his life! :o)