Sep. 10th, 2016
We drove to a village two hours up north from ours today. It is one of those villages almost completely deserted by everyone except older people and kids (the former look after the latter).
Everyone who could work left either west to Italy, Germany or Ireland or east to Moscow. The village was full of heart breaking personal stories, but I will not post them here because these triple-hanky tear-jerking stories are too hokum, too cliche to be written down. Real life here often is too bad taste to be written down as it is, it often feels like the cheapest most cliche-ridden of stories.
Everyone who could work left either west to Italy, Germany or Ireland or east to Moscow. The village was full of heart breaking personal stories, but I will not post them here because these triple-hanky tear-jerking stories are too hokum, too cliche to be written down. Real life here often is too bad taste to be written down as it is, it often feels like the cheapest most cliche-ridden of stories.

