It was Fentuary, the seemingly endless plains were scorching, almost burning, under the sun. He could feel drops of sweat running down his forehead as the final crops of that year were being picked by dozens of farmers, including himself. «Not anymore» he thought with the shadow of a grin in this face. It was only one day, one afternoon, until he would be finally free. «'The hell you looking at,you fucking boy?» yelled a man «Back to your fucking work! Now!» «Mmmm… Simply del-icio-us…» said his aunt, my mother's sister. «How do you do it?» «Ah, I see. I'll try it.» she said with a broad smile.