According to legend, long ago a fugitive old woman named Igideï found her home in this place. By a great lake she built her house. Whom she was fleeing, herself or her enemies, no one remembers or knows anymore, but one thing is certain: here time is not subject to humans, and nature is inseparable from the life of the people, living in harmony with it.

     Each time you return to this village, you understand that it is a place where time comes to a standstill. Here, there is no need for a watch: time is like your breath, it breathes and lives with you. You become aware that the world around you, in all its splendor and beauty, pauses, and that only you have the choice, the strength, the magic to shape this world as you wish. This is a place where people create even in the smallest and seemingly insignificant gesture, in every action, where even the gaze of a white horse feels like an important sign capable of changing you and your life.

     Bichis walks almost every day six kilometers across his native fields, checking his tuu. He says once again that all he needs is this forest, this lake, his small hut and his cow Khara, nothing more. As he chews a third kind of grass, he silently asks the spirits of the lake for a little fish for the cat. He says it has been a long time since he had such a catch, and invites me to take some to treat my own family. A Sakha always shares his harvest so that the spirits of nature do not turn away from him, and he hands me a sack with a good half of the catch.

     The people here are naive and sincere, trusting and open, so much so that tears flow by themselves at the boundless kindness of this place. And you breathe in each moment greedily, every fragment of time, trying to fill yourself with this extraordinary feeling, with this state of serenity and harmony that you once knew, but had long ago forgotten.