Autographs of Bizerte. Diaries. Memories
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Books are born in different ways. This was dictated by Bizeta - a small Arab town in Tunisia. Who would have thought that my random appearance here, on the white Cape of the African continent, would serve as a momentum to a variety of events, among whom - the appearance of this book.
It so happened that I, a person, by the genus of the main work, distant from humanitarian activity, was engaged in a passagogue for several years. Sunday meetings with various-age guys in the "home school" were able to restore the connection of times for them, to transfer to children some major life values, which were not taken care of an ordinary school.
I did not leave the thought of rapidly changing time, about how far a new generation from such concepts, as a queue, "pioneer", "scrap metal". But all this was with us, and it was quite recently ... Our children, masterly owned by the computer, belong to a completely different era! But there must be something that we will unite with them, we can not just disperse and get lost in time. I am still surprising that I received the answer to this question in Bizerte.
History has a property to approach and become clear when you suddenly find yourself on its territory. Around many points focusing historical memory, and one of them is Bizeta. The city is a little familiar, but distinguishable even on the small geographical map. This Arabian town sheltered the 33rd ship"s last ship"s mighty Russian Imperial Fleet and was secretly kept secretly as the great shrine of our Andreevsky flag
It so happened that I, a person, by the genus of the main work, distant from humanitarian activity, was engaged in a passagogue for several years. Sunday meetings with various-age guys in the "home school" were able to restore the connection of times for them, to transfer to children some major life values, which were not taken care of an ordinary school.
I did not leave the thought of rapidly changing time, about how far a new generation from such concepts, as a queue, "pioneer", "scrap metal". But all this was with us, and it was quite recently ... Our children, masterly owned by the computer, belong to a completely different era! But there must be something that we will unite with them, we can not just disperse and get lost in time. I am still surprising that I received the answer to this question in Bizerte.
History has a property to approach and become clear when you suddenly find yourself on its territory. Around many points focusing historical memory, and one of them is Bizeta. The city is a little familiar, but distinguishable even on the small geographical map. This Arabian town sheltered the 33rd ship"s last ship"s mighty Russian Imperial Fleet and was secretly kept secretly as the great shrine of our Andreevsky flag
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Cover:Hard
Category:
- Category:Arts & Photography
- Category:Biographies & Memoirs
ISBN:
ISBN:978-5-904508-22-7
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