That stream was the water of life for us, let’s say, that’s what I would call it. We swam there, we washed laundry there. We had livestock; the livestock was led there to drink. There were little fish inside; we caught them to feed ourselves. I remember one beautiful custom, that for New Year’s, as a sign of gratitude, we would decorate a small spruce tree and take it to the well (‘bunar’), which was under the hill. We got our water for food there. And then we placed that little spruce tree on the well, decorated it, to say thank you in a way. For the water, which meant life to us.