Huty is a small village in an extended valley between two offshoots of the High Tatra mountain range. In the northern part of central Slovakia, near the Polish border. One road, one river, impossible to get lost. With a shelving scenery and unspoilt nature. The village is surrounded by meadows, vast forests and small plots of farming land.
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Time appears to have stood still. Turbulent modernisation has hardly afflicted the area. Little is needed to imagine oneself a century back in time. Life is simple and straightforward, the pace is agreeably low.
The mayor’s residence is the pivotal place in the village and the mayor plays a central role in the community. Through him provision of labour, garbage collection, telephone connections, permits and social contacts are arranged.
The Church is central in the village – both literally and figuratively. A beautiful church, for that matter.
As are the two cemeteries, continuously decked with a sea of flowers. Because faith and the deceased are held in high esteem. As evidenced by the many crucifixes alongside the roads.
Just outside the village are the typical, wooden houses, made of piled up larch beams, with zinc roofs. Splendid, solid, characteristic houses, sometimes hundreds of years old. Indestructible, everlasting. Walls several yards thick keep the houses cool in summer and agreeably warm during the cold winter.
The builders, all traditional craftsmen, have their materials at hand and pile up the most magnificent houses, built in accordance with age-old tradition, with the use of only a hammer and a chain saw. Whereby mouldings, ornaments and furniture are taken care of in passing. On the left-over pieces and chips the sausages are roasted in the afternoon, the bonfire lighted in the evening and the gin distilled at night.