Pictures from my life in Bardar during PST. See post above for the narrative.
The road to my door.
The beautiful house where I am a guest.
Door sill : detail.
Making rachiu (kinda like moonshine).
Another view from the top of Bardar.
Goodbye comrades! (Ubiquitous Soviet era statue to the victims of fascism)
The hills around Bardar.
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