My Grandmother’s Trees
By the right corner of my grandmother’s kitchen was an orange tree. It grew just behind the wooden kitchen facing the main entrance. The kitchen had no window nor a door
By the right corner of my grandmother’s kitchen was an orange tree. It grew just behind the wooden kitchen facing the main entrance. The kitchen had no window nor a door
With her creativity, she described this world in colours, dances and colloquials.
I was already on the slope down the little hill not far from where I live that early morning when I met her. At first,