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I am from the walks in the countryside.

From sunrise and good weather most of the time.

I am from a little house in a little city, with a calm neighborhood.

I am from the stunning rose trees in my garden, which grow in the spring.

I’m from delicious soup when I was a kid.

I’m from spending Wednesdays with my grand grandmother and the stories she told me.

From Béziers, Italy, Romania, Sicily, with delicious food like big pickles, and stuffed cabbages.

From the story of World War II of my grand grand mother.