Out of comfort zone: Vereb, ARK horse farm - before sunset
In the inner part of the village, but in modest conditions, where there is no house, no running water, no washing machine, and you have to go to the composting toilet in the area of the horses, you can sleep in a yurt for a few days. Now everything is rudimentary, but it will get better. After sunset, the farm slowly subsides. Shuri then takes over the guard duty and barks at anything and anyone who is suspicious.
Bagi, the kitten, has finally been lured out of the hens next door, he will be staying in the circus car at night, in the company of the owner and his wife. Shaba and Eysan had already run a few laps before it got dark. They stood under the roof, and they, too, fell silent.
No more pictures of the animals, but the last rays of the sun still encourage me to take some photos.
I know life isn’t easy in these conditions, but it’s worth expanding my comfort zone sometimes.
By the time this post appears, I will be on my way home from a multi-day pilgrimage. That will be the topic of the next post series.
“The source of love is love itself.” (Grigori Grabovoi)
With lots of love from Kalemandra
