In the village with my grandmother. That is how I named my new job. It was a long time ago. As a fragile red-haired boy, my parents sent me on vacation to my grandmother in the village. I will say one thing that Granny did not have a TV, only an old radio, and even then only the news broadcast in the evening. But with what trepidation I remember these days now. Nostalgia? Maybe. But, most likely, my first boyish love, which remained somewhere far away in my memories.
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