Most of us have good memories from childhood regarding our time spent to the countryside with our grandparents. In my case, a new visit revived the feeling of freedom, the smell of green grass in spring, the wind through my hair while chasing butterflies, the smell of fresh cheese cake made by grandma. I had simple grandparents. Simple, yet humble and good people. Now it's all deserted back there. It's like time has buried all these treasures somewhere down deep and now it's a whole new land. A deserted one. One that tells you life has come to an end there. I miss my grandparents...
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