In the tranquil solitude at the foot of the snowy mountains lies a humble abode, where an old man has spent a lifetime immersed in the embrace of primitive living. Having inhabited the plateau since his childhood, he has become an integral part of the rugged landscape, living a life that intertwines seamlessly with nature's rhythms.
This solitary figure has eschewed the bustling life of the city, choosing instead the serenity of his mountainous haven. His dwelling, a testament to simplicity, stands as a solitary silhouette against the majestic backdrop of the snow-covered peaks. Here, he crafts his existence in harmony with the land, drawing sustenance from the bounties it provides.
A unique aspect of the old man's life unfolds within the boundaries of his primitive homestead. In a small corner, he practices the age-old art of cheese-making. With weathered hands and a wisdom accrued through decades of living on the plateau, he transforms fresh milk into delectable wheels of cheese. The process is a dance of tradition and skill, a ritual that connects him to the ancient rhythms of sustenance.
But beyond the physicality of his daily chores, there is a subtler aspect to the old man's existence. He has mastered the art of creating fuel from dung, a resource abundant in the plateau region. Meticulously gathering and processing it, he transforms what many would discard into a valuable source of warmth for his hearth. In this seemingly mundane task lies a profound message—a lesson about the potential for renewal and transformation in even the most overlooked aspects of life.
As the embers of dung-fueled fires flicker in the hearth, the old man, with a twinkle in his weathered eyes, imparts subtle messages about life to those who are willing to listen. He speaks of resilience, resourcefulness, and the interconnectedness of all things. Through his simple existence, he communicates a philosophy that transcends the material and delves into the spiritual essence of existence.
In this primitive life alone at the foot of the snowy mountains, amidst the clouds that shroud the peaks, the old man weaves a narrative that transcends time. His story is etched into the very fabric of the landscape, a testament to the enduring beauty of a life lived in harmony with nature's grand design. This is the City in the Cloud—an ethereal settlement where the echoes of a simpler, more profound way of life resonate through the ages. Thanks for watching!!!!
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All of it is gone, all of it is gone for no reason
The cold water of the castle flows for no reason, flows for no reason
The sound of the fire, the sound of the pain, the sound of the fire
Let it burn you, let it burn you, all of it is gone, all of it is gone
I kept it for myself, I was confused, but we lost Russia
The sound of the fire, the sound of the pain, the sound of the pain
Let it burn you, let it burn you, all of it is gone, all of it is gone
It's not over yet, I'm going to crush it, I'm going to dust it, I'm going to take it out
When did you get up in the morning?
Morning, I got up at 4.30 in the morning
You haven't stopped since 4.30?
Yeah
Mashallah to you
Does it go like this every day?
Every day, I'm a little comfortable when there is no paint
I don't hit the machine then
I don't do paint, I do paint one day, I don't do it one day
We were feeding in the morning, we were having breakfast, I was watching the animals in the evening
I was coming in the evening, I was looking after the sheep and goats until the evening
We were protecting the wild, we were taking care of it, we were bringing it
So, were you ever bored?
No, I've never been bored, I've never been bored, I've never been bored
You've always done something
I've always done everything with love
That's the important thing
Yeah, I'm growing grass, for example, I'm still growing it with a tractor
That man grew it with a motor
You're old
I'm with a tractor
You have to beat it
It cuts the grass well
That's why I'm beating it
If you don't beat it, the grass becomes blind, the grass doesn't fall
This art is from our ancestors
I learned it from my father
If it snows, I have grass, I will eat it
What time do you sleep in the evening? The work ends in the evening
I don't have work in the evening anymore
I go to bed at 7.30-8.00
Does the stove burn?
Do you burn the stove when you sleep in the evening?
I burn it, it gets cold
I burn it earlier than in the morning
It will boil a little more, I will take it out when it gets cold
It will stay like this until then
It will boil there
Now it will boil
It will boil, I will take out the cheese
It will be carried like this
Then it becomes mince
We filter the mince
We filter it
What is this that you burn?
I clean these animals from their ashes
How do you do that?
I hit the walls
In the end
It dries until next year
When my father was alive
We were three brothers
We stayed together for a long time
We did animal husbandry
After that, we were separated
We were three brothers
We couldn't do it anymore
We got married
Are you making a cow?
Well, I'm making a cow
That's it
I'm doing mountain husbandry
Sometimes I wash my hands like this
Mountain husbandry
My wife's clothes are made of cheese
My children's clothes are made of sheep's wool
You can't be busy with the world
There is an eternal life
The afterlife
You have to work for it
I have no other advice
