Hello! For five years I dreamed of finding at least one Celt. And then luck smiled on me.
I wandered through the forests of WWII, and one day I found my first celt on the mountainside. I was very happy. One day on New Year’s Eve I went with a comrade to walk around the WWII, and five meters from the trench, my 705 squeaked as if it were a piece of brass from the war, well, I was glad that I would have something to sell for scrap. When I dug, I couldn’t believe my eyes, it was a celt, shallow, on the floor of Fiskar.
I gently took it out and checked the hole with a grater and there were two more.
This is how I found my first treasure in 5 years.
We always know what we want to find, but we never know what we will find.
Good luck to everyone…
Sent by comrade Mikhail K.
