My farm 1

The name of my, my parents and my ancestors, farm was/is: «Farm of Angel». It’s a big farm in an area/country of small ownerships.

In past times the farm was productive, a lot, of wine, of olive oil, of apples and of all other fruits. And we had cows for milk. I was the manager of the dairy and cows. My father and brother of olive oil, wine and fruits. We helped each other. But we had big difficulties, the work was very hard!! Me, when I was at time to go to bed I was always afraid that I was mad in the following morning because the pains I felt were enormous. At day, my brain had to give orders to my legs to walk and they could not. I had an intense fatigue. But I always moved my legs!  My brains began to experience a violent acceleration of the thoughts due an extreme bodily exercise. I start having troubles to go down the farm and ease to go up!! Yes, aptitude to go up and troubles/pains to go down!! My farm is in the mountain and difficult to go up and down.

These were the difficulties. But there were benefits in this life. We had a very good milk. We always boiled the milk and the cream was thick! The air we breathed was also dense with pine and eucalyptus odour! We had olive oil the best, in all the world, for human nourishment! The fruits we consumed completely ripe in the tree, I said: completely ripe, and this is impossible for people living in cities. On the whole we had a healthy life!! And I had three Alsatian wolfs to protect the farm!!

P.S. – I never consume wine. I don’t like it, and, I think it isn’t a nourishment!!

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