At about nine o'clock in the evening we arrived at the place. The last stretch of the road climbed among the mountains, and the camp itself was located on a hilltop, on a plateau. The gates, as soon as we passed the security post, immediately behind us with a clang closed. The guards were also in camouflage, which gave the impression that they were at some kind of military base. But no. On the other side of the gate, a completely different view opened up.

Cottages, paths, gazebos, trimmed greenery - everything was so beautiful, neat, just perfect. The vaunted "Blue Spruces", the camp site, where we, students, spoke at...