How great grandpa was walking through Malý Děd to Švýcárna and Vysoký vodopád

This "late spring walk" travelogue from the beloved Jeseníky can - especially for the older ones - remind you not only of the Olympic song Sometimes it's skimming, but also of a edifying song about a partisan who moved through the wilderness between rocks and steppe. He was hungry and ragged, but his heart was burning and he had some kind of firearm in his hand. Although we only had "puffy" in our hands and only walked through the space...