Today only twenty people walking off the green water and blue beach Tean. There are some modest houses between vegetation, where some elders who have seen their children live.
In the middle of a conflict, still surrounded by violence or criminal groups, what is imposed is the routine of life. Because almost always, except when nameless bombs fall, there are people who live there with a certain normality, children going to school, businesses that open to sell something to eat, stalls where you cook, couples who fall in love and fall out of love and friends chatting around a table.
Nobody has explained to them that some ruins should not become a flea market because the politician who must decide to kick them out lives on their votes and the tourist is always a passing bird that perhaps, in the worst case, Make a criticism on your travel blog that your brothers have not confessed that they do not read it either.
The funny thing is that the Soviet imagery coexists with a strong religious revival. Lenin and Christ live face to face as residents show a hostile and unfriendly face. No one smiles in Ukraine.
To compensate for the cold of the last Top 7, let's change of scenery. Yes, I know, that mania associated with the Caribbean Paradise, there are so many Edens around the world, such a variety of places to be in limbo.
The beaches of Normandy are a fascinating trail of war who has lived most cruel man. Between sand, museums, churches and cliffs can discover everything that happened 6 June 1944 in which the sea dawned with a date with history.
Cities always have a personal scent. A kind of nose that does not slap you forget. Whenever you return to the same place you remember the distinctive smell that there learned to chew. Cape Town I smelled nothing.