Everyone has a place of his soul, full of memories, faces of first best friends, sounds and smells. A place where you can go back in time and start all over again. That's my childhood place, the street village on which I grew up and probably the only place that I really love. I painted it by mixing the image of the street as it is today and the one that I remember it was 30 years ago.
That's my house, no. 264.
At the end of the street, on the left, is the cemetery, where my father is.
Veta's house, a neighbor...
...and my favorite bird - turtle dove.