Today is a big holiday in Russia – The Victory Day. On May 9, 1945 Soviet soldiers put the flag of USSR on German’s government headquarters – Reichstag, signalling an end of the Second World War.
59 years passed since that day. Most of the people who survived that war are dead now. But there are still a few. And it’s sad to see how they are living their last years. My father’s parents were teenagers during that war and they are still alive. But it seems that noone cares. The country is greatful to these people. That’s why my granma has a penssion of 12 US dollars per month and my grandpa has 13 bucks. Some appreciation, isn’t it? This is ugly as hell. :(
Anyway, I congratulate everyone with this huge holiday and I hope those who were envolved in any way have the chance to celebrate.
Today Olga, Vladimir and I went to Omodos village to warm up our summer travelling habbits. It’s the second time I’ve been to this village. First time was together with Lev about 3 month ago when it was cold and dark. This time around it was rather warm (+25C). It was also very sunny. The village itself is small and there is nothing particularly interesting about it except for a church being in the middle of it and a number of narrow streets going up and down in every possible direction.
Somehow I ended up watching “