Monday 09.05.05
    "But it will be over twenty tomorrow! Centimeters!" an eternal optimist Mira Oros is shouting and going to boil fifty litres of red wine in a morning temperature round zero point. Sadly, he's not succeeded in getting four kilograms of sugar and two kilos of clove to spice it up.

    It's snowing. The heavy snow is falling on the top of Stranik seriously. The whole top is flooded by clouds and a temperature varies tightly above zero. Thanks to Martin Orlik, who can handle a motor-saw professionally, pilots can warm themselves a bit by the fire beside the hangar.

    "The briefing will take place at ten tomorrow and be prepared for a task," Juraj Kleja fills veins of pilots with optimism and tries to calm down deep sceptics offering fresh sheep cheese for sure.

    "Turn it off!" somebody cries desperately up to the sky and his shout is drowned by the noise of hailstones which are falling on the roof of a shelter persistently. A continuous rain turns to the downpour in the afternoon and there's no point to dry out the shoes. Foundations of a huge factory under Stranik are flooded a there's no zone down to land.