“We are ready to leave, Mr. President, we turn on the engines?” The operators ask the president. “Light up” Todor Zivkov replies coldly. Countdown: 10, 9, 8, 7 … ..2, 1 … .partence! And so it was that the spacecraft Buzludzha took flight for the deepest space.
The giants’ voices leaped in the air to a height that none of us had ever dreamed of. They ran down the hill, cheerful, to the rhythm of Dimitri Shostakovich’s symphony № 7. Until the center of Varna they runs through stories and moments that some have never forgotten.
Being a small girl, I was always passing these two abandoned and forgotten by everyone cemeteries. But now we have Stalker, so it’s time to catch the passing epoch, and leave some traces of it.
The traveler was aiming for Dilijan (Դիլիջան), a small town in the Tavush province of Armenia. He was motionless, with a big smile on his face and, under the hot sun, he was waiting to catch the right car, always with the thumb up. After a while one man stopped and offered to the young man a ride till the center of the town. It was an interesting conversation but what was coming out later really caught the attention of the young man: a complex of abandoned monasteries hidden in the mountains.