When I was a teenager, my family owned a small farm, managed to "sharecropping", ie, in close collaboration with farmers.
was another country, ours, made up of solidarity, of hope and cleaning.
The man was a man and the animals were animali.Anche pigs were pigs, did not follow the nightmares of Orwell, and did their duty: to eat, grow and then fall into the farmers' tables.
Today everything has changed, men are animals and pigs are worse than men, especially older pigs and hams flaccid.
With one difference: the pigs when I was a teenager and old hams flaccid, is killed and were used in their entirety, while today, the pigs have the illusion of having old firm and turned the ham and expect to continue to boars and to govern as they please.
is why, in some respects, I'm a nostalgic.
"Stand or rural peasants and remain close to my heart", signed Benito ...
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