A few weeks ago I went to my grandmother who lives in the
village. I went there by bus. It took me 4 hours to get to the village.
The nature of our region is very beautiful and most of all I
like huge fields of sunflowers. They are so sunny and bright. My mood
always improves when I see such scenic landscapes. A lot of woods and fields also
attract my attention.
I noticed that the older you get, the faster time en route seems
to go.
I did not take a lot of things. In my bag there were only personal-care
products and some books.
Of course, I could not arrive empty-handed and I brought some
presents.
While I was there, I was working in the vegetable garden. Working in
the potato field is especially difficult and time consuming.
<span>Soon it started raining heavily, and I went home.</span>
<span>Seeing that it was getting late, Mike accelerated. He went to Yorkshire to find the house where he lived
in his childhood. He still remembered to search the garden for
snails, hide under wet leaves and carry by his father
across the meadows. He hoped he would find the house, the
garden and the meadows looked exactly the same as 40 years ago.
Before the journey he tired. He had found some old
photographs but all of them seemed lost during one of the many removals he had been through in
his life. The road sign announced the name of the village and
Mike saw the lights of a pub glitter among the trees. He
couldn’t help notocing that the place looked gloomy and deserted. For a moment he wished he had stayed at home.
Inside, Mike was greeted by a huge man from behind the counter, who
suggested him totake off this coat. «He couldn't work
here when I was a child», Mike thought. The man rose and then
Mike saw that one of his arms amputated, apparantly. He felt like going out but when he was about to turn round he felt a
heavy hand on his shoulder…</span>
