The Problem of Life
It was four years ago. I was born, grew up, spent my childhood, then destroyed and repaired the stone-walled memory of the house and managed to make some additions. It took eight months. I will come and stay there in the summer, plant fruit and vegetables in the garden, look at the soil, embrace nature and rest my tired soul. I did and I did. After 40 years in the city, I became a new peasant.
If you’re a peasant, you plant a team. You will hoe and prune and groom, water and fertilize. Then you will produce the harvest and organic products you have produced, offspring, relatives, friends and friends, with peace of mind.
That was him. It’s not a dream, it’s not a dream, it’s real. But enough? Not enough. If you live in the village, in nature and in nature, is it enough to plant vegetables and fruits? Single? Not enough. Three, five, seven is not enough; Ten, twenty, thirty. Everyone must be living in nature. If there is air, there is water, if the world is a mother, the sun is a father, and the things that nature creates, revives, kills and rebirths must be a bit. Cat, dog, goose, duck, chicken, goat, sheep, horse, donkey … There must be everything that can exist in nature. At least …
In the days when I set up my new house, there was a new cat called the new fashion villager, and one day a tabby cat came over while having lunch on my makeshift terrace. Obviously not wild. When I dipped the bread into the water of my food, he ate it in cedar and went to sleep.
One day, two days, three days; It was. He was coming, he was staying a little. Then he came again and left again. Whose cat is this? He must have a built-in house. No problem. He made me friends and came to serve me. Is not it enough? Enough. Even increase. For now …
The arrival of another day was different. I had a feeling. Because he felt his voice, his eyes, his body language. But what’s different?
Then one day passed. Two days, three days … I’m worried, but I have more work than I’m interested in.
You wonder, you ask, you ask. Asking and questioning is a feature of the human brain. And it reaches into questioning or late reality.
I watched, I watched. This cat, who came to me for days and followed me, was in the grassland under the plum tree. There were two. But they don’t like pets in front of them, they don’t like wolves.
When I say I’m a habit, sometimes I come, call me and call me, I brought the procedure. One was white-haired and female, the other was similar and male. Three cats and I were four. Then came a puppy dog. Thrown. Everything was brought to the village. Abandoned dog I had a dog after cats, five, but I was going to town in the summer and winter. When I go, when I come, it’s not a cat, but it’s a long story to tell the dog. In my absence, he will retire like me, but I was looking for someone who stayed in the village in the winter. Sometimes when I came in the winter, I saw a small road snowing from my village. The neighbors said: “Every day you go, it stops, stops at the door and comes back.” When I came back in the spring, he was coming to me … One day we came back from a country trip, I went back to the coffee, had tea and waited, I saw him die on the bridge of blood. Somebody shot him with a dom bullet. Why is that? I had to eat her chickens. Lie! I knew you didn’t eat chicken or eggs.