A friend of mine told me a very busy story yesterday. In principle, I have no reason to believe him.

My friend was with his aunt, who lives in a small village in the Omsk region. She is, by nationality, like the wife of my German friend. This village was historically a German settlement, and for 30 years, many immigrants moved to Germany.

The essence of the story lies in the fact that several families returned from Germany, not caring about the established way of life and sold the property. Asked how this happened, they replied: "And living there is good, and life there is good, but the refugees have borrowed."
They borrowed so much that the Native Germans who accompanied them said, "How lucky you are that you have a place to go back."

This is such a story. It turns out that abroad is not a myth about the afterlife, and whoever gets there, still returns.