Way home
At my night quarters: Against the backdrop of the Carpathian mountains, a shepherd drives his sheep to his night quarters together with eight Kangals. We try to exchange a few words, but realise that it's difficult. I still have some beer on board, we each drink a bottle, we enjoy the rumbling thunderstorm in the background in silence and watch together while the sheep move on and the kangals circle them. After our sundowner, the shepherd leaves. | Romania
