We take them out of the zone – and a couple of days later they are back again. I spoke to them, and I asked them:”All right, my dear friends, but how you do it? There's a barbed wire fence all around, there are roadblocks everywhere – it's not easy to sneak back!” And one old gramma says:” You know, son, during the war (WW2) I was young, and I brought food to our partisans (guerilla fighters), and I brought leaflets and all, and Germans shot at me, they did shoot – and you don't. You don't shoot. And I know this place like the back of my hand – every path, every tree stump. It's child's play to me”