Šumava, year zero after the Velvet Revolution. Retro 1990. Part 3. The direction of Scarecrow

In the barn behind Železná Ruda, everything dried up overnight. There is no rush today, even if it is just dripping here and there. Still, we can't leave our tops in the barn for too long, lest they crack from being too dry. Petr, otherwise a former tremp recluse whom I brought with me, mutters something under his breath while putting on his shoes. We'll find out what it's all about later.
After a short, gentle climb up the road, we finally…