Camey5000

. The sun rises over the mountains of the Hindu Kush, casting deep shadows in the Wakhan, climbing over the Khyber Pass and accompanying you on your journey through a foreign land. Afghanistan. The cistus is given to you on your way, and a bitter...

Opening oh dear, full Oud. It knocks the mole's house down, a tree trunk has fallen darkly in front of his door, and outside the roses are supposed to bloom so beautifully, to smell so wonderfully, but only a faint breeze reaches him. He retreats...