When you come to the place where you remember yourself as a child and where you've been last time 20 years ago, you can get quite a strange feeling. It is like a dream, where real, possible and unreal things merge all together. So please don't ask me what dried snakes might do near dried fruits, why the cow frolics in the Astronomical Observatory, and why the ladies decide that the place on the roadside just opposite the house of... You Know Who is the best for a quick picnic. It is just dreaming, is not it? :)