The first Christmas and New Year, which a person spends far from his/her family and motherland, is a very unpleasant experience, even his/her beloved to be around. Especially on a place where it hasn’t snowed for more than fifty years and where there is no hope for snow for the next fifty ones… Then one of the small insignificant tricks with which (s)he can try to fight the homesickness and the emptiness from the lack of the relatives around you is the creation (even with the available just black and green marker pens) of a small house huddled in the quiet, just woken up, Christmas morning’s forest and covered with the snowy blanket of the amazing Bulgarian winter.
Winter House
