We meet people. We meet new people. We continuously meet new people. Our eyes meet only with a few of them. After our eyes met, only with a few of them we exchange words. After exchanging words, only with a few of them we cross our paths. And only special people remain in our hearts for long.
Lida and her family were my very first hosts in Baikal two decades ago when Olkhon was much different from what it is now. Their names will remain in my heart as long as I breathe.Read more