|It was the white plastic bottle of milk, or cereal box cardboard. He has dropped while making the coffee powder: he misses the village of the grandparents, where he spent his childhood in order to avoid starvation during the war. It is in a round hill crowned by the church, surrounded by a valley all round, where everything is made, for irrigation, which extends beyond the forest, up to the peaks of the Serra de Prades.|
Grandmother asked: "Quimet, right that will bring a rabbit or a partridge?" And Quimet grabbed the shotgun and returned with a piece, or mushrooms, or chestnuts, with what was necessary.
-The pantry -has analyzed his memory Quimet grandson, having breakfast in their fifth floor apartment in the upper area of Barcelona- was out. Everything was good, and was put there for feed us.