In Targu Mures city, where we were sleeping, in family of our guide Agnes, we had to find out and solve last technical problems of our communication with the civilised world, and we started our journey to Transylvania mountains. We stopped at grandmother of Agnes, to take stoves with us, and we also asked mothesr of Agnes , which is her favourite letter. Landscape behind the windows started to be hilly soon after leaving the city. There is an underground salt lake, so salt was the product of the area since ancient times. Same taste might have the fine because of wrong parking of our car, which moved on and stopped thanks to near telephone pole, after everybody jumped out.
After few kilometers we turned off to stony road, which lead us up to mountins, where village Atyha is well hidden. Maybe it is lucky to keep old style of life, without consuming society soaking through. Wooden houses, sensitively placed in terrain, invite us inside by massive, richly decorated oak gates, or by typical blue colour, hiden in some cases by vine ofsprings. Our position close to the heaven becomes evident, when we look at local church, which has no roof because of reparation. A while after our arrival we spread inscription, made out of grass, and through this we started meeting activity with locals and their cows.Later , during evening friendship in pub the circle grows, some of them we will meet at tomorrows sunday mass…
Cows choice the letter "A" fo Atyha
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