Under shaded tree crowns, through ravines and deadfall nearby residents like to pick mushrooms. But not only civilians visit this forest: border guards exercise on a rugged terrain, as well as orient. Therefore, when you take the road, try not to make noise: if someone sees you, be sure, you will never persuade them to remain silent.
The route is laid along a shaded thicket and leads to an abandoned underground warehouse.
The refugees are extremely fortunate that this warehouse has never been put into operation, and its dismissed designer prudently has hidden the schemes in case the situation in the country becomes frightening.
Previously, the border has been much west, so now the old storehouse ventilation runs right under the current frontier. It is necessary to crawl on belly in there, overcoming choking spells - the air circulation has long been broken...