I was very small, just remember, that came a few years of drought that ravaged the term, dried almond trees and many pines. The people went home. With mines in decline and no rain for the field, life was very bleak. The rafts of the high mountains remained dry, and had to go to fetch water river. So we loaded four barrels, and came to the house drank half. So the next day back to two loads of water. The house was two hours away. In other words, you spent the life on the road.
We had it better. My father got to cabulló of the sari, i cap a Llosa. On the banks of river. With more improperly maintained, with a roof full of holes, that when the day dawned it seemed you were in the street. Then, in the barn, little straw. The six or seven we were, we all slept in one bed, covered with Borraz, the few blankets they had and the Sueras of chivalry. My father lit the fire, and smoke permeated everything to make us mourn. So we mal-paso winter.
the morning, my father got up, put a large pan and made Farinet , with lots of pan fried mackerel. When they were cool, all around the pan, until the ass appeared clean. Then a piece of bread and a sip of wine, which did not have all.
For lunch, a stew with potatoes, beans and pasta, a sausage, some bacon, sometimes a bone, and that was the meal most people. But many without sausage or bacon, or wine.
always had in Llosa livelihoods. It raised many bolets ( oyster mushroom). Every day we picked llantaïms (or lletón) that the sot became tender. The cleaned well, we made a cross in the base and in the river basins. We also had vandovella made a mesh, every day, at dusk, we went to find dinner. This winter. In summer, the line or clared. Hunting, my father was not very clever, he lost no time, and could not find the paths of rabbits. But we do know to stop loops. Upon leaving the farm, was a barrier, and put steps annealed copper loops. From time to time we were catching a rabbit and a partridge. So we mal-paso calamities.
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