Good communication is as stimulating as a black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after - Annie Morrow Lindbergh

Language is powerful stuff... You can destroy or create anything you want with it... And to which degree you can play Shiva, our fellow participants were about to discover by a creative task in the beautiful and overflowing with inspiration, village of Vevchani.

"Once upon a time there was a boy named Vevchani. He was living with his mother and him and his mother were living a simple but happy life. One day the king of this village went to a trip far away. And the bad news has arrived to the village. The king was so sick and the only thing that could save him was schopska salad. Everybody was very sad and they didn't know what to do… The boy, Verchani was the bravest of the village. He said: “ I volunteer as tribute”. So, he got prepared and said goodbye to his old mother and to his village. He traveled all around the country and found the most red tomatoes, the best cheese from a golden cow’s breasts milk. He fought with the green dragon for the green peepers. And he went to the schopska fairy, to ask her to prepare the salad. When she heard his story , she loved this brave village boy and made the salad and she added some extra fairy dust. And finally the salad was ready . The boy , took the salad to his king. And when the king took the first piece of it, he got healty immediately and he felt reborn. After a day , they went back to their village. Where were huge celebrations but Verchani was a very modest boy and he didn't want to get any credits for it. He went to his mother and started to do his daily, happy life. The celebrations  continued for day. One day Vevchani milked the cows and he was talking this milk to his ill mother. And when he was in the middle of his way, the king saw him and yelled: This is the bravest boy, so you should offer your respects to him. And the people started to run upon him to show their  love to him. But Vevchani  was so shy and he got scared. He started to run and his milk in the bucket started to spoil to the ground. And every drop that touched  the ground started to spring water.And springs grew lots and lots, after some time the floods took all over  the place. Everyone was running and flood killed all of them. After  many years this place was named after this modest boy." 

Cémal... Really good stuff man!