When I searched for the farmhouse of my childhood (framework house, with goose, chicken and cats) – I found out, it was replaced by a big, big school with 1,000 scholars. The city had grown. Progress?
background music: frizz-guitar; we maybe did not lose cotton fields at home, but everyone has lost his childhood one day. Relicts? Some photos maybe, some songs, some words …
“…these structures won’t be save. There is no doubt the farms will be replaced by new developments. Progress…”