It was a small village deep in the countryside, both far away and very close to everything.
A quiet little village where days followed days, always the same. We all knew each other, being more or less cousins. Oh, foreigners, those who weren’t local, weren’t the bad guys, of course, but everyone at home looking after their own business and the cows would be well taken care of, that seemed to be the order of the day. order of each. We were born, we lived…