Flying over the village, I noticed from the air that the houses looked abandoned and the vegetable gardens were overgrown with grass. Perhaps we were mistaken? No, we followed the highway strictly until we entered the airfield's zone of responsibility. So there was no mistake, and the outlines were familiar, though they looked as if no one had lived there for a long time. It was somewhere around the end of April, when the snow had already melted, but new grass had not yet broken through the ground.