Book: Travel with Northern winds

... In the morning, sipping tea, I stared at the soaring silhouette of the bell tower and felt a cringe and dissolve in the clear air of night chimeras as calm and peace, even briefly, enter the soul. It was calm with a hint of sage and the world, covered with the dried salt of tears - his own and others. But a different world, a different quiet from the normal person in our it is the normal time can not be.