Well, childhood growing up with a simple roadside weeds and the years of his father's youth. All are idyllic and simple.
Then one day, when I know the hair shaft grows up, mature, white go and fall on the first day announced the time the dust had stretched up memories of the whole region. Godfather away over the years in exchange for my maturity. At those times I did not want to mention anything beyond the mind, just this time I'm here, where the land away from the motherland seven hundred kilometers, need tens of hours to be able to stand in front of the father salute and said: - I have to!
But I could not do it because "the most understanding father."
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