This is Bukrin, an inexhaustible source for
mines, shells and the best place for campings.
Below is from modern history. In the 1990's these were the
homes of rich people. Today the owners are in jail and homes are
left standing unfinished. One day, their owners have been
prosperous people who thought the success would last forever...
but then, the politics and economic situations changed and every
time when it happens the skinny crows coming to power to eat the
We have many such houses in neighbourhood, whole villages. We
call them the burials of money. They are from time when Soviet
Union collapsed and many became rich quick and then fell in
This one located in a beautiful place, on
some of the hills of Bukrin battle and look like a memorial to
me. The memorial of people hopes for better life. In this
country a rich people will never be safe.
Thatís me in the middle with the guitar,
serenading my friends Alex and Max. They help me dig.
Guys love our camping trips and it is not my singing that
attract them. I'm the worst singer in the world, when itís time
for late guests to leave, my kind of singing comes in handy. I
believe, guys love two things in our camping life, first is
digging itself and second is my cooking. I may not be a gourmet
chef, but my cooking is good. Once, someone joined us and
obsessed with gluttony gained 20 kgs in two weeks. He would have
gained more, but our food supply was over so I sang to him.