91 Year-Old Grandmother Living Alone In A Mountain Village Forgotten By The World

Even the purest water finds its way through stones. Hello? Pasta with salt, delicious. I didn't eat the microphone, the television, I don't know any news about what everyone's doing, I just forgot. Two years. Or maybe three? I go nowhere. I don't care about anything. And I'll go myself and pay. So. I live by my leg, because everything else has gone downhill. I don't want to be on top, because it's bad. You have to find everything on top. Come on, grandma, hi, little one. Come on, granny, to the little cakes. A, still, hurry up and bake quickly. Come here, quickly. No, quick, quick. Come on, quickly. No, quick, quick. No hurry, come on. Come on, quickly. No hurry, little chick, go fast, go fast. Come on, little chicks, come to the shed, little chicks. Well then.