A remote village. Well, not completely remote… about 2,000 to 3,000 people live there, and all the houses are made of stone. But the nearest city with trams is an hour’s drive away on a narrow road. In this village, there is, ta-da, a car dealership! With one car on display. Once again, ta-da! A Lada. A Lada, Carl. What are the odds of stumbling upon a Lada dealership in a remote village that doesn’t even have a big supermarket? 50/50, of course.
There are fields, Neo—endless fields, where pears don’t just grow; they are cultivated. For a very long time. I didn’t believe it myself until I saw the fields with my own eyes. Conference pears grow in clusters on bushes that are two meters tall. In vast fields.
A garden sculpture store for people with complexes. Gnomes? Mushrooms? Ha! How about a 20-foot dragon instead? Or three-meter gargoyles or demons?