In the summer of 1989 we sat under the treasure in Sofia. Someone had killed the fig tree that had lived in the house for years. Hristo wondered how there could be such people to encroach on the animal that they hung it on the fence as well. Now the house will be filled with mice. There was a cup on the table topping our glasses. He came from Sofia and brought his notebook with verses to hear Fotev's opinion. And Fotev was silent, not giving his opinion for the second day..