This old gentleman is 92 years young. He has a small museum with all sorts of bits and pieces. He showed us great hospitality with distilled mares milk and dried curd. He also now has a tin of English snuff.
The main exhibits were of animals he had personally hunted. Most times I am saddened by such a sight, but on this occasion I was strangely accepting of what I was looking at. It was in context. Our host had lived here all his life, though extreme times, times hard for any of us to even start to comprehend.
He is also a very talented wood carver. He created this for his grand son. Beautifully done. Respect.
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