Autumn is the most controversial season. And sadly romantic, and snotty painful, already cool, but there is no snow. It’s not cold yet, but sunbathing is somehow dumb. Rains, leaves, grayness of the sky, wind, trees of fiery colors. I’m used to such an autumn during the time I lived in St. Petersburg. I got used to the very autumn that Yuri Shevchuk sang. Not that I would not love this autumn, but by the will of fate, I spent most of the summer in Moscow, in which I would not have experienced the moral fall...

The downside of this place is that there is only one pond where you can swim. A small pond by our standards with a sandy beach on the campsite is all there is. In the fall, this is of course completely irrelevant, and yet. It is from this pond that the road starts up to the top of Vorberg Hill - perhaps the most idle peak here, which you can easily climb with small children and even with a stroller along a good sandy road along which characters from children's fairy tales stand. Dwarves are mostly snow white and elves hiding behind trees and stones...