I dream more and more at life in the country. After 50 years lived in a big, gray, crowded and polluted city, I would like to return to my origins, as my mother did, that is to return to the village where I grew up with grandparents.
The small village between the hills, I think now how big it seemed when I was a child.
I can not move to the country, life is as it is and only the winners manage to change it in their favor.
Fortunately, I manage to travel at least once a year. I spend a week and then I get bored. The tripidal life of the city is a drug. I do not like the city, I know it does not do well, and yet, I cannot live without it!
I love the moment when I go down the street on the slope, towards the grandparents' house.
It seems to me to be another world. So much greenery, nature is master here. I am no longer tired of looking in the distance, beyond the edges of the village.
In these places I feel free, my gaze is free, it does not stop in the neighbor's house or in the block across the road.
So much greenery that has swallowed the houses, and people, and everything is one and the same.