This here (in the red circle) is my house in Bratislava, Slovakia.
The green thing is where a huge weeping willow used to be when I was a kid. I spent endless hours on it, in it, under it.
The blue cross, where all the new roofs are visible, is where a gypsy settlement used to be. We got along rather well with our gypsies, but the communist government decided to move them to a tall apartment complex made out of cement, which totally destroys their communal style of living. sad story, much like the story of almost any gypsies in eastern europe