The smell of freshly baked bread was like an elixir that sent my mind into a trance, I took my grandfather's hand and pulling it Please take me almost in front of the bakery place to watch how the woman so old and yet so strong, he could give quell'insignificante storage of yeast, water, flour and salt, the look so good then, out of the oven, even the scent that emanated today mention a few.
And watched her as with a knife, inflicted wounds to the pasta and some large ridendomi asked if I wanted a bit 'and I liked the flavor of the dough before it was fired, all the offal that remained on the table I took, I did a little ball and slowly eat them:
The wood oven, the woman, that house and my grandfather, this small garden where peppers, tomatoes and lettuce coexisted peacefully , the complete picture of what 'at my age that gave a feeling of serenity almost absolute.
few minutes ago, my son went to the bakery near his home, where today's wedding dress, I looked at the owner: the sweat made its way on his face and overcome the difficulties created by wrinkles and furrowed brow of man.
greets me with a bitter smile and moves his head left and right, making me understand that so we can not ' go ahead, that heat and stress that accompanies the day, creates many health problems and the doctor has strongly recommended to continue working in those conditions.
Easy to say, he explains, is fifty years old and very young age grew up with that job in hand now holds the family, studies of children and somewhere the money must come, then lowers his head sadly and redesigning that smile on his face, I wonder how many loaves of bread I want.
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