Although I was not such a gentle girl, I am still able to recall the summer vacation at my grandmother’s house in the real countryside.
I was a rather active and curious boy. I hadn’t gotten shy when I saw roosters and chickens. The barnyard was my home. At least I felt so. I was only afraid of my neighbor’s pigs because of their size. Foremost, they were so loud that even the owners were afraid of them.
I don’t make fun of this poor girl. Instead, I love her and even feel sorry for her. After all, girls and boys have it all worked out the other way in their heads. Even despite the fact that they’re afraid of something, they’re beautiful in any case.
The customer, who has bought two paintings from me, gets the third as a gift, which I choose myself. That’s the rule, but there could be an exception to that rule.