dropia..a ghost village

this is a place in "Baragan" fields where, after 2nd world war, around year 1950, lots of families were deported...including mine. the Russian army, more or less violent, loaded them in couple of hours in wagons, and anybody took what they could...animals, pieces of furniture whatever they decided is important or valuable...considering the unknown destination...it could have been Siberia (as they all of them supposed, but it was Baragan...an empty flat territory in open space where they begun to build mud houses (huts) like it was the beginning of the world..and if it wasn't.. it was certainly a new beginning for them and their lives. they built the village called "Dropia" and I attended a journey hoping there is something left...but nothing...some bushes, an old canal and a few pillars are all the signs and traces that allowed that man I met there to remap the whole place...and me to rebuild in my mind this "ghost village".
the song bellow is called "Baragan" composed by good friends,
Arc Gotic