Hi, Fred. This is me, your best friend, writing to you right from the most beautiful place in the world, the Warlords camp. I've been here for 3 days and I'll tell you that everything here is so cool you can't even imagine. During this time, I have already managed to meet interesting people, fry kebabs and even received 2 badges for my success. Yesterday we were on the Altai Mountain, it was still a pleasure. I really like it here. I want to go with you next time you will also be interested in it, believe me. With my impressions, I even forgot to write how you are doing I hope that you are okay and no longer sad because of that incedent.
The last festival I went to was in our town. There were many balloons. It was a balloon festival in honor of balloon day. I was 10 at the time and I was thrilled about it. I begged my parents to take me there for a long time, and after a while they agreed. I had a great pleasure because my mother decided that this is not a festival but a restaurant of some cuisine. She didn't know where we were going and agreed to come with us. Fortunately, we all managed to get positive emotions. We even took a picture with the balloon monster!
