Bagolyvár

Unfortunately, this once charming little green island ?️ has been “homeless” for a long time, making it completely devastated. Next to the connecting path was an old tree that was a suitable hiding place for naming owls and other pets. On the other hand, on the other side of the asphalt road, a little to the right was the cleaning club, which now exists only in its ruins, and a little to the left was the also ruined canteen, a general store. In the 50s, there was a group of buildings in the middle of the area mely in which my grandfathers and two other families lived and farmed. At that time, even the smaller, stepped, waterless pool next to the buildings and the playground were played by the preschool children of the flying ✈️ military officers (including myself). Occasionally, the servicemen of the flying corps also settled here in Bagolyvár? with their tents as part of a tactical exercise. Later, perhaps from the 1970s, it became the sports park of the conscript army ⛹️??, and today it belongs to the mine, and some small game as well as bee colonies inhabit the area worth better fortune.☹️