In the past months, for this or that reason, we returned again and again to Kőrösmező/Yasinia, the “German-Russian village” lying at the source of the Tisa river, under the Tatar pass leading to Galicia. First we shared the discoveries of our tour last summer, then we remembered those who “lost their lives in an immigration procedure”, or climbed up, guided by the one-time traveler Sándor Török, to the Polish border, and then we got in a train with him at the border station. In yesterday’s post, looking around from the hill of the Strukovska church, and deciphering the strange message-in-a-bottle of a hundred-year-old postcard, we had a glimpse into the troubled fate of this region. Now, having told all we could tell about it, we leave Kőrösmező for a while, at least until we can lead a tour again to the source of the Black Tisa. We say farewell to it with the melancholic pictures of the Czech photo blog ajedna, which, just like the writings of Ivan Olbracht, beautifully attest to the amount of love and nostalgia for this region in the remembrance of also another people.