Even so, in constructions take place new discoveries, new materials and let’s not disregard the comfort that would make one house different than the other. That’s why, along the houses that I have passed nearby, until now, and the one we get close to now, the differences are huge. These type of differences are kept also among the people from the village?
– Oh, Buia says, it is absolutely normal for these differences to exist, first of all, age differences. The young people are more inventive, they accept easier the new trend and “its utilities”. And, after all, the house that you see is of a driver that is not so “aged” in our village, but he had relatives over here, so “the thin line” broth him in the village. I could describe him in a few words, but as for the time we have I would like to relate you the circumstances in which I met him, with a few years earlier before he came in our village.
– We are “eyes and ears opened”, the citizen encouraged him.
– I was with my family between two villages, started Buia Tomas the story. It was summer and it started to rain. After a burst, it stopped, and a cold enough wind started to blow. In the middle of the filed, in order for the bus stop sign to be seen, a kind of a shelter from plate was built, that the rain had hardly refreshed. The shelter would have been large enough if it wasn’t for …those passengers that used it for throwing or “depositing” all sorts of garbage of the present civilization, exhaling a miasmal smell. In those kinds of conditions we were using the shelter … on the outside as a front against the wind. As soon as the weather was getting better, each of us looked to interpose a bigger distance among us and the “exhaling” smells, impossible to redeem. And as you may know that “no adversity comes alone”, we were forced to change into airscrews, so fast we had to move our hands so that the covey of flies, which were disturbed form their “ambiance”, won’t annoy us. The movements were more from despair than for protection. Although the cold wind persisted and each of us was wet, we moved away from the “protection” that the shelter gave us choosing to get the cold blast of the wind, but that weren’t caring the smell exhaled from the “shelter”. It happened that through the ones that were waiting for the bus, most happened to know each other, and it was like if we were ashamed to wish something to someone in this kind of circumstances, when other fellows of ours, braving the common sense, changed the purpose of a shelter of a prime necessity, from a full filed, in a rest-room. In this station other hygienic objectives were required so that it won’t destroy what already existed.