‘Oh my child, how much we’ve lost since we divided ourselves from the earth: those long long days up at six a.m. to milk the goat, warming your hands on its skinny teat, the sweet fresh milk that goes off after half a hour and is just a bit too strong to make a tasty bowl of porridge; working in the fields all day long, breaking your back in the pouring rain scraping a hoe through the clay to drag up a couple of beetroot that took you half a year to grow.
Oh yes, but the galloping across the prairies, chasing the mighty buffalo, failing to catch one again but watching your brother trampled to death beneath the stampeding hooves, the children starving in the wi






