At the end of November, Violeta and I went to Dyrmantsi, a small village near the city of Mezdra. She had some relatives there, unknown to me until then. I had never been to Mezdra, and I did not go this time as well since Dyrmantsi is situated somewhat 1-2 km apart. What is more, there is nothing in the village to manifest it is now a suburb of a relatively big and well-known Bulgarian town. Maybe the firewood I am standing in front of illustrates that best as one cannot find such commodities in present-day cities, even towns. Whatever wood it is, it goes to rich men’s fireplaces and you do not see it anywhere for sale.