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VILLAGE FEELING

Feelings. I have fotgotten many things of my childhood, but I can remember perfectly the feelings and the sensations that I had at every moment, and one of the sensations that I remember is the "village feeling".

As every day, I would wake up very early in the morning and I would smile when I saw that I was the first. I would match some TV series that I liked. I can remember perfectly the sensations of being “alone” at home, the silence, the peace, only the noise of the TV that I loved so much. I used to do some flips as anybody could take me off for it, and then I would observe some of the hundreds CD’s of my father. I looked at their cover and laugh at the strange photos of the musicians in it. I used to read astonished and fascinated all the names of the groups of rock, blues and reggae that my father liked. The house was in calm, but it didn’t last long. Fast, my mum would be awake, then my sister and, last and with more problems and grumbles, my father. In a hurry we arrived to catch the bus, and after an hour and some stiff neck, we arrived. My grandfather was an antsy person, and he always came to receive us. On the way to my grandparents’ house, at least ten old women cuddled and hugged Emma and I. I swear it was the worst part of going to the village. When we arrived at the house, my grandmother had made the lunch already. She would have prepared roasted potatoes and meatballs with mushrooms, it was the official food. Every time that we went she prepared it, and now, she still does. When we had eaten all the food, we were full, so we would go to my grandfather’s orchard and we would help him to plant some vegetables. He never forgot where his tools were and he was charmed when my sister and I asked him to plant something. If I looked sideways, I would see him smiling.

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It wasn’t every week and it wasn’t the most amazing and exciting place to travel, and sometimes we weren’t happy to go, but they always made us smile and now I feel very thankful for all these days I spent in that ugly and old but full of life village with my peculiar but loved family.

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