I was a child in the area " depressed. "
Border area, no industries, many border, smugglers and migrants.
There was little for a few and we had nothing.
Who had something, the TV or a bicycle or a better shoe for slipping on the grass in the winter or a ball, leather eh!, Not what you win with sweets, seemed alien.
My grandparents had lived through the war: waste nothing.
The life of every day was recycling.
gathered from the ground even horse manure as not to waste good fertilizer for the garden. Plastic bags were not used. Was to go to "shop" with canvas bags, bags, or rigid, wicker or straw.
When I was a kid an ice cream was an event. I had the money to buy a Sunday, after the cinema and, of course, summer only.
I do not need anything else to live.
I do not need an SUV, not money, not power.
Give me an ice cream on a summer Sunday, a leather ball, not the candy, a clean river where you take a bath, the freshly made cheese and fresh milk.
Give me my friends and my dog \u200b\u200band a computer connected to the network.
When I was a child, sobriety was required.
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