When there is enough water, the miller drinks wine. When the mill is dry, he drinks water. Why?
Ervín Demovič asked me this question in the rooms of an old mill in Doľany, Slovakia. Do you know the answer? As a young man, he studied viticulture in Lednice, where he met his wife. We exchanged experiences from cross-border relationships, because my wife is Slovak. We discussed politics and philosophized on thousands of other topics. If there was a Harry Potter clock in the room, not a single grain of sand would spill over. Currently, the mill only serves as a decoration, but the smell of flour and now mainly wine can still be smelled here. Slovakia, and in fact we would need more such respectable people like him.