Walking up to Medane, land that belongs to my family. Looking at the overgrown ruins (not visible), my aunt once again explained to me where my grandma lived with her parents, where they went to get water, where they grew potatoes, alfa alfa... It was a beautiful frosty day for a walk. Prechadzka na Medane. Je zvlastne stat na zemi ktora patri mojej rodine. Ked sme sa pozerali na zarastene zrucaniny (nezobrazene), moja teta Blazenka mi vysvetlila kde stal dom kde zila stara mama s jej rodicmi, kde chodili na vodu, kde sadili zemiaky, datelinu... Bol to krasny, mrazivy den.