You wanna read a little story about the rundwon old house, with the mud walls in the center of the photos? When i was little kid(about 20-25 years ago) an old man lived there - Dyado Rasho. He was extremely poor and had a flock of goats with which he strolled each day through the neighbourhood. All kids were afraid of him, as our babas and dyados used to tell us that Dyado Rasho was a fascist before 1944 and that he used to be a bad, bad man. Now when i look back at all this i feel how rediculous it was. I feel also a bit sad, when i remember how full of kids comming from all over the country to their babas for the summer vacation the streets there used to be, and how many of the houses are empty right now, and many of the faces i used to know are just a sweet memory. Btw, such long rainy days in Elena were perfect for reading back in the days :)