We took the train, loud and cheerful, on wooden chairs.

Again, for the 9th time, we tried to celebrate our birthday at The Golden Hall or The Golden Lion, but didn’t succeed. This time, let’s go to Odessa, we said ... It’s summertime and the living is easy. The train takes us straight to the point. We lived in the house that belongs to the mother in law of Prohor. The celebration trip, all of it, was cheerful, tasty, warm, bathing and walking-in-the-rain-full.

Happy birthday, dear Imago!