I was riding to the lake. On Saturday, a strong wind began in Kashmir. Well, we started going home. I weakened the tent. It was thrown into the steppe. It flew beautifully. A few meters above the ground. I was like a coward and ran after her to the mountain. From a kilometre passed, it was well hit by the wind. has reached. He threw on her like a special forces officer, so that she didn’t get out of her nose. He brought the tent into the car and remembered that the car keys were in the tent. I watched. They were not there... They went, they sought. I was sure I’t find it in the middle of the steppe. At this time it rained and the wind swirled. I called a friend to bring back the keys. He was back from the mountain. I saw them with my eyes. I can’t remember a happier moment when I experienced it :)