The Kazantip Republic came along with other ideas from the head of the man who was badly displeased with the ordinary and mediocre world around him. He didn’t try to criticize it, or worse, to fix it, he simply created his own one — his own Orange Land with its own, more fair laws.
And since it’s all due to his imagination, The Kazantip Republic is an imaginary republic. It’s pretty small, the area is about 2 km2 of bank in the territory of really existing neighboring state Portugal, which is definitely no fancies. All in all, the land area where the laws of your dreams are valued more than any generally accepted laws shouldn’t necessarily be too large. The point is to have it your way.
The tiny Kazantip Party Land exists in a parallel reality, and everything here goes the way the Government came up with: "SUMMER ALL YEAR ROUND" and "LIFE WITHOUT PANTS".
On week-ends people from clostest cities come to KaZantip too. But the most Kazantip’s visitors gather for opening and closing parties, when the music by famous DJs is the greatest.
The sun is shining, the water is swinging, the music is singing on every side and the wind is always blowing strong enough for flying with a kite. You can do nothing, if you want nothing to do with doing something or you can do everything you want the way you want it. This small land of the rising fun is peopled not with damn boring grown-ups, but with cheerful bronzed lazybones, not really eager to say goodbye to their childhood.
The nonexistence of the Kazantip Party Land for the rest of the exhausted world makes its significant independency. It lives by its own constitution; it has its own great nation, little president and lolable government responsible for the most important things in the state, such as sound and light, love and good humour, virtual deeds and illusions. There is also a visa regime, a bureau of customs, national traditions and the official religion — belief in the reality of miracles.
