Hola from a village of 90 (?) percent old people.

I feel like back in a different time, cut off from “my reality” one more time.

There is no stress, there is no hurry… people are sitting in front of their shop and talking, all day.

Every once in while you see someone gardening or going throught he village with the tractor.

And I wonder how they think about the rushing people in the streets of big cities.

Exchange economy and gift economy are normal. Of course, as you live together with the people since many years, you know them, you want to have a good relationship with them, so you share what you have.

The young people go to the towns to find work there. Today we saw some of them with their big cars and wannabe-sexy clothes getting very drunk at noon already in the bar close to here, shouting round loud - on Saturdays it seems they dont have better things to do.