Story about a small little town…
You returned to the small little spanish/italian town. It does not matter if it is an italian or spanish town. You discovered a beautiful little park there and have been back there every day. You enter the park through a big iron gate that looks like it must be at least 200 years old. Turn left and you get to the most gorgeous little lake. The lake attracted a couple of ducks with their babies. You say hello to the old lady that comes to the lake every afternoon to feed the ducks. You talked to her before and you know that she has no family left so feeding the ducks in the park is the only time she actually leaves her house.
You sometimes visit her at home to bring her the groceries for the week or you just sit down and have cake and coffee with her. You bring the coffee and she makes the most delicious cakes herself. You often stay the whole afternoon there because you know she does not get many visitors. Her husband died in the war many, many years ago and her three kids live in different parts of the world:
Her oldest son married a Canadian woman so he moved there 10 years ago. He sometimes sends pictures of him and his wife. They never got any kids. Her daughter lives in Japan now because she found a good job there. Her youngest son went to the United States because he studied Civil Engineering and he got a brilliant job there. He develops safer roads and bridges.
Turn right and you get to a gorgeous flower bed. You do not know the name of the flowers but they look and smell amazing. You often go there for inspiration when you do not know what to write about or when you want a break after spending all day at home in front of your computer.
You returned to the small little spanish/italian town. It does not matter if it is an italian or spanish town. You discovered a beautiful little park there and have been back there every day…
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