From Rozdělov to Motyčín

And it was already autumn, I had nothing to poke into, and in our housing estate, several houses (including the one adjacent to us) were being heated, which with all the building modifications also means drills, jackhammers and similar silent tools. I tried to run away. I went with Mandelinka to the former colonies (well, Rozdělov was said to belong to the Kročehlav cadastre when it was founded, before it got its own), but he left...