I’d like to go, in holidays, at my grandparents in a village with a strange name: Cotzushca. Strange name, strange position, because this village is located at the border with Ukraine and Moldova Republic, two countries from Europe. The village is surrounded only by fields with maize, grain and beet. This village is a small one with a few families with clay houses and very  friendly horses smiling every time they see me. Everything is beautiful. A bee is zzzzmzed at sun and the sun is too lazy to say anything.

In this monotony my mind gave birth to an idea. A good one! There is a villager with a cherry tree in his garden. I was aware that its owner had an impulsive personality and his character was like a volcano, yet me and my best friend, Marius, paid him a visit. Actually we visited the cherry tree. We didn`t care that the owner hated when someone tries to steal his cherries so we began our silent walk to the precious tree. All we wanted was to feel the fresh flavour, the bitter taste, so we enjoyed those little rubies while we sit and relax on the branches. The sun was lovely, the wind was warm and everything seemed to be so peaceful. Suddenly appears the owner right behind the corner running after us. We jump and start running among vegetation of his garden. We jump over a fence and all we left behind us was dust in the wind.

A few days had passed and I found out about the real reason of his alarm. The nature was calling him, in other words he needed to go to the bathroom. That`s why he ran so quickly. The custom in that place is so that the closet must be in the back garden in a small penthouse with a big hole in the ground. 

What experience! In the end everything was fine, the horses still smiling and the cherries winking at me…