Today at lunch we had lentils with rice (strange meal for me, I prefer pasta e lenticchie) and I found a little stone in my plate.
This had not happened from a lot of time, and it represented a nice souvenir.
Before (before what?) we often had stones among the lentils, and we prepared the ‘bottles’ with tomato sauce and on the streets of my hometown village there were more donkeys than cars.
And there was less stuff, less expenses; we to order something in a bar just when we needed the toilet, and at the restaurant we didn’t order fruits.