Childhood town.
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I was born in a small and beautiful mountainous town called Borujen. At that time it was a lovely and privileged cozy city with beautiful houses and entrance gates that rarely you may find them now.
This one, amongst a few, has remained despite damages and must be as old as the WWI era. (Unfortunately, the porcelain plate indicating the construction date is missing.) They used to be on the gate's top middle, where you now witness a niche.
https://3dwarehouse.sketchup.com/model/335b7872-d7cb-41d1-991b-2b36d5a44e81/A-gate-in-Borujen
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Thanks mate, for continuing to show us the good things in life, amazing and inspiring.
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@Mike-Amos Actually it was a really friendly popular design. Each gate had two brick benches to sit down and chat with neighbors. The Elderly also had this chance to rest for as long as they wanted, while being safe from the sun and precipitation.
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