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The journey - coal miner’s community
What I do know is that when we spoke about it again - 30
or 40 years later - it saddened me.
To live is to feel!
In 1966, we went back in August. I was about to turn 15. It
was a time of parties organised with a simple transistor radio
or a record player. Young people came back from various
neighbouring countries. There were often a good fifteen of
us who got together to spend some lovely evenings
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'passeggiare ' from the square to the fountain, chatting,
eating slices of watermelon and enjoying the various
festivals organised in the village.
In those days, in many of the houses in the village, the
cowshed was on the ground floor and the living rooms were
upstairs. When you entered the house, the first thing you
smelt was the cowshed, with its pigs and sheep, before you
found a few pleasant smells in the living rooms.
Animals were formally banned from the village in 1966.
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