The January 19th is the Day of the runs. True to tradition, tomorrow at ten o'clock the winner will receive a chicken.
Yesterday and today the tradition is passed ... 
Recently I met with many village elders. They talked for hours of memories, memories that were again and again to the same place : childhood, war, hunger, parties, death and the will to live. Each recounted the events as if they were different times but spoke of the same. They marveled that the other remembered and were amazed at what the other recounted so vividly because he did not remember having been there, although the other otherwise affirmed. Their synapses were different stories differed so when removed from the pantry of his memory. All had the certainty that those years of childhood and adolescence were the treasure on which they had built their lives, their mistakes, their ambitions, failures and successes.
remembering what good time we cum!
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