I’ve spent last summer
holidays with my grandparents in their countryside house. My grandmother taught me how to cook pancakes. My
grandfather swore he could teach me fishing, but gave up. I read a lot of books, went
to bed early and woke up at the
dawn. I understood a lot of things
about life in the countryside. When you wake up very early, it turns out that
you’ve got a lot of time. I sought
for any occupation, and found some
new every day. I fed the chickens, did a lot of work about the house, brought fresh water from the spring, rode a bicycle for 6 km to reach the
shop, ate without a word everything
what I was served for a meal. I forgot the sounds of gadgets. After those
holidays in the countryside my father found
that I had grown a lot. I felt the same.