Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there lived a group of peaceful, young, and hungry monks. Their sanctuary was surrounded by many tall mountains of different shapes and textures and it was usually cold all year round. On an extremely cold winter’s night, there was a blizzard that brought echoes of sound down the mountain to where the monks were gathered around a fire. They heard the noise of the echoes and wondered what it could be, so much so, that they decided to plan a journey to see what was up there. Together they tried to decide who would go, but because everyone wanted to… They all went. Not long after every monk packed up his things, they started their journey up the mountain. After many hours, much climbing, and lots of energy, they made it to the top of the mountain. In the distance they could see better where the sound was coming from… a familiar sight. “It’s a monastery”, one of the monks said. The other monks nodded in agreement and they all continued marching toward the monastery, joyfully. When they reached the front entrance, one of the monks bravely knocked on the front door and a moment after, the Monastery Head Monk named Anatoly Yakovenko opened. Anatoly could notice that the monks had been through a long and tiring journey to get there, so he invited them in for an all-you-can-eat buffet, every day, for as long as they wanted to stay. This taught them the Zen way and it is safe to assume, that they’re still there.