I remember when I was only 15 - and there was an old lady living in the house across the road from us. She lived with her daughter ( I think) and people said she was coocoo ( the old lady, not the daughter).
I don't know if they were right, all I know is how much I enjoyed going there. Every time it was the same thing:
- How did you get here to the farm (?) ? Don't you know the jaguar is around? It is very dangerous, girl!
I would tell her I was careful and she would tell me all the stories of a life she only lived in her mind.
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